Strong Feelings
The body as realm. As veldt.
Which would make feelings
into weather, fast-moving
clouds, or frost, or heat
lightning, a flush of light
beneath the skin of the sky.
A storm could mean that God
is crying and also bowling,
sobbing and throwing strike
after strike. Or maybe He has
allergies. To us. We dangle
thoughts above ourselves
like fishing lures to draw out
a response and end up
feeding our feelings. We want
to be helpless to their strength.
"A storm could mean that God
ReplyDeleteis crying and also bowling,
sobbing and throwing strike
after strike. Or maybe He has
allergies. To us."
This made me laugh. Great lines here.
Everything hangs so perfectly beneath the announcement: 'The body as realm'. A delightful extended metaphor, incorporating even the possibility of God's being allergic to us! Witty and wise.
ReplyDeleteI read your poem and I feel the pouring rain, steady and strong, beating hard against the skin.
ReplyDeleteI love seeing God bowling in this poem. But I understand the crying, sneezing, and itching, too.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem!
The art made the song "Feelings" go off in my head.
This poem just rolls...I love it.
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