Daily Poetry Diary

Here is a poem I composed at a dance/movement workshop. We were working from movement and found-objects in our immediate surroundings. Each object would evoke a memory and association from which we danced. The poetry came from that.  

A Rusty Metal Pillar by the Sea. 

Opening. 

Shedding my particles into the surround,

Basking in the sunlight, 

Salt entering my swelling metal and stripping me.

I flake into my surround and grow and crumble.

It will all change back and become anew.

I sing and know my strength

Swaying I stand solid.

The spray cascades over me.

I insist on changing,

Rust bubbling under paint 

Bursting the confines 

And becoming what it will.

You can't keep me the same.

Your en-shelling paint is weeping

The stains of me breaking free.

 

Cath Blackfeather