ochild

notes toward a minor crossing

one day
I will tell you in music
what I mean

and show
by the curve
of my bowed back

this violin

and wait
while you remember

and say
by this instrument—

listen

I will show you
the sound a bird means

singing

above her heart
pounding

too fast
for you to follow

while alive

and I will say gently

try baby

and for a moment

you will

and you will
try baby

still alive

(meaning what?)

then
you will know
what I mean

enough
for us to leave

and be still again

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

4 thoughts on “ochild”

  1. clcouch123 – In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
    clcouch123 says:

    This poem stirs. The wording is concise (of course) and evocative. Music, the bird, the child, the sharing (showing) all move and bring the heart and mind to memory and to meaning.

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  2. Nishabd – Scribbling gives me freedom to live different thoughts or lives without actually having experienced them. Please give your feedback on my work in comments section. Good bad ugly all feedbacks are welcome. You can connect with me through mail also.
    Nishabd says:

    Wow. Whispers of soul

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