An Elizabeth Jill Poem


A Hymn To Psalm

 
In a moment of ontological beingness
a carpenter ant chisels each word,
spits carefully the marrow of metaphor.
Dry-boning, it is called. 
 
   Some nights later, hear the carpenter ant build a whole new metaphor on top of the old one, then another one on top of that, then again until, as you listen, you have no idea where anything started, so you try to work your way back and find the fundamental meaning of all the chiseling and where the bits came from and are headed for and where the beginning began. In a moment of ontological beingness -as recently as five minutes ago- this is what is important.
 
When I read what you write, you are the carpenter ant; you are the Hendrix and your pen is the Stratocaster. You are the poet dry-boning beingness into my mind.
 
-elizabeth jill



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Written on 2015-04-12 at 19:09

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Dry-boning is an interesting term.
2015-04-13


Anly Stede The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting. Got my thoughts going with this one, with much feelings. Like wanting to break through no matter the smallness one feels for themselves. I'm probably projecting but got the sense that there will be a break through in the end. I liked this very much.
2015-04-13


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
This is deep Psalm, like Nature, second, first, third and otherwise.
2015-04-12


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
It is good, gives the mind plenty to think about, I think of the ant, those little workers that have again invaded my kitchen and I think about them being their own little poets and I feel mean to put down the deadly powder :-)

Elle x
2015-04-12