{"id":7696,"date":"2023-05-03T14:22:02","date_gmt":"2023-05-03T18:22:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=7696"},"modified":"2023-05-03T14:22:02","modified_gmt":"2023-05-03T18:22:02","slug":"interweavings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=7696","title":{"rendered":"Interweavings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this in writers group on May 1. I wasn&#8217;t really happy with it, it didn&#8217;t flow easily as &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=4442\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">left-hand writings<\/a>&#8221; did in the past. But the group liked it, which made me cry. So I post it here.<\/p>\n<p>I want to write a poem, but I don\u2019t know how to say it.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>The sky was almost black behind trees lit yellow by the sun.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Yellow, not of leaves but of seeds, catkins, odd tassels hanging from the twigs.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Gold and black.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Diving deep into darkness.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>What\u2019s down there? old words, moldering into roots, disappearing into soil.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>But there\u2019s more than roots and soil, there are a million fibers of odd organisms weaving it all together.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>There are no individual Things, there are only interweavings and language can\u2019t speak truth but gropes and stutters.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Then something new happens.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Birds fly through and things break up and fall apart into new patterns, like the tassels on the tree that look like leaves in another light.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Daffodils and violets and crocus, no reds yet, but green and more green.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Water reflects sky changing colors swiftly.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Rain falls like thunder, then the sun again.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Drops and bigger drops and light opens behind the sky \u2014 beyond its endless end.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>The winds swing the branches, wild winds changing color as they go.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Then there\u2019s an emptiness waiting&#8230; waiting&#8230; <span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>a black feather drops. a sign from Raven.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>The wild winds do blow, and storms and seasons pass, everything fades into something else.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>We forget, as the light comes back into the sky, that the darkness held all our secrets which opened and fell and tumbled across the beach and waves slid by showing their transparent green underbellies.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>Nevertheless things do change and changing again and changing rings different tones.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 <\/span>The ring of the thrushes call lost now as their winter refuge is a clear cut effigy of a forest.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/jennydeupree.com\/?p=3541\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">These poems<\/a> were written at the time of Journey into Courage. \u00a0They pretty much wrote themselves, I think because the feelings were so alive in me at that time. \u00a0I think they are the only real poems I have written. I always thought the &#8220;left hand writings&#8221; were the raw material for poems.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote this in writers group on May 1. I wasn&#8217;t really happy with it, it didn&#8217;t flow easily as &#8220;left-hand writings&#8221; did in the past. But the group liked it, which made me cry. 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