I’ve been writing, writing, writing lately. Poetry and prose. Short forms and long forms. Individual pieces to send to journals and collections of pieces intended for books.
Being A Poem is the first poem in the book and does the work of setting the tone for what is to come next. It’s a special poem to me – I love how it creates a new and rather surreal world. I love that it shows (not tells!) the need for communication beyond words, which is what poetry can do. And I love the ending: we are each a poem, and like a poem, can be only borrowed, not owned. I hope you enjoy the poem.
Being a Poem
I opened a poem – crawled inside,
felt its rough edges around smooth, concave walls.
I – the little spoon – curled knees to chin and speechless
in the warmth as I dreamed.
Cautiously, I crept out (time later)
and steadied myself on the Moon.
The poem still flowed through me like blood
as if I had been born from it.
Its rhythm in my veins brought a spark
to my eyes and a sway
to my hips –
The poem was everywhere I looked.
It was grass bending in a breeze
that traveled the world,
reaching with fingers of wind
to gently slip over its green length
from broad base to icicle point.
The poem was breath
as my lungs expanded like inverted trees
transforming atmosphere and lightly releasing it
like a song.
I touched myself as if touching the poem
with the mastery of self-recognition
only to realize that
I am a poem
that stirs the souls of the lost and found
before sailing like a wisp
of one who cannot be owned
-Kat Lehmann, Moon Full of Moons
(please also visit my VerseWrights poetry page, which is periodically updated)