Poetry: Soundofthesoundofthesound by DeaneTR
The sound of the sound of the sound of the word
Once read as it echoes
The sound of the sound of the truth
Once read as it bleeds on earth under soil
To a deeper world of vision
Of a rhythm of the rhyme of the rhythm
Of a tone… once known repeats…
As rhyme of the rhyme of rhythm
As presence as wings as eyelids as all limbs
As complete whirls as dancing real and in wealth
As breath of air of winds of wind as
Leaves of larger and larger
Ever growing wind? As well as
Love that is shaped by wind… as eyes seeing as
As original eyes as moist blinking eyes of rapid moving
Of the wind moves around a limb of a wind moves
Around a trunk of a wind is a life swaying
Century on century on deeper and deeper rooted soil
As wind that you’ll best know
As wind within as how you refine
How it flows how it dances how it’s real…
As the sound of the sound of the sound of a sword
Slicing through air as dancer’s spinning limbs and body
And joy in eyes blinking collected rhythm…
As the whole sword’s point as circle of circles of circles
Just above the ground… wind flowing moving as a center point
As poise, as discipline, as refinement as pleasure. Precise… as
Abundance as Purpose… of how we live as trees.
By DeaneTR 9/5/09
