Tuesday, July 12, 2011

We Are What Is

Thomas Hart Benson

Coastal blows
Draw us close
Knit and stitched
We breathe as one
With separate lungs
We are what is
Not skewed in cubes
Or obtuse views
All natural
In our region
Left of June
Under sun and tides of moon


Martin H. said...

"...We are what is
Not skewed in cubes
Or obtuse views..." Nice.

the critics said...

nice ...lovely

Ann Grenier said...

The whole of humanity that we are, breathing together as one organism. I wonder if that is why we do not see each other as we do not see ourselves. I saw them all as souls of the dead.

Your internal rhymes are wonderful and I like the flow of the poem.

Helen said...

This is beautifuly, Henry.

Isabel said...

wonderful poem, as always.

Tess Kincaid said...

I adore "In our region left of June
under sun and tides of moon." Beautiful.

Christine said...

Not skewed in cubes and obtuse views, brilliantly put together

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, a lovely piece!

Anonymous said...

Every line, syllable had a magic of its own..The imagery is so well portrayed through the rhythm of your words...Oneness, that is now absent in time! Amazing..

HyperCRYPTICal said...


Anna :o]

Suz said...

oooo nice
and man could I hear the beat
tugging pulling releasing
very nice indeed

Laurie Kolp said...

Love this! For some reason this line really sticks out to me:

We are what is

I'm Just a Man (Recording Experiment ... I can't sing)

I am in the mood to change my tree to a cubic version.