a mobilizing — stubbornness
a new poem. alternatively titled "why maladjustment isn't wrong" please comment for audio addition if you need/prefer it
Maladjustment — (seems to me) a soothing, steeling force — every time I witness harm, a cell inside me strengthens with a mobilizing — stubbornness. Raging feelings, desperate, become the newest normal, now. My lack of borders moves me. (morning can recall to me enough of nuanced everything) In the street, my touchless taste of newness — rumbles forward, where the trees, my dearest friends, are singing forth the sun. My pain at any wrongfulness reminds me I am human. The trees and I have cells in common, growing — soft and strong, and full of song; The birds fly over us, anticipating — dawn(s)
I love this poem, how it integrates the shadow...of which many repress, and make it a mobilizing force and tune to which your heart beats out it's consolations...it's hard not to be swallowed by it. Have you created a manuscript of your poems, or made even a chapbook? Heather Tressler is reading from her most recent collection tomorrow, Auguries & Divinations....your relationship to birds, how you discern and interpret, feel them, the bridge they serve in your worlds is their anticipatory breath, "mobilizing--stubbornness"... I feel in your poetry, a visceral connection to them (birds) as an augury to human fate, and Hope (without optimism, of course LOL). This poem reminded me of one of hers, or more so just her love of birds and how they break or insprie amends....how they crack day and face, move across shadow..." Who hasn’t felt the need to wear a brighter face for love or war? At dusk, they flock.....Galliformes, sharp-sighted by day, are night blind prey. My predator is my dark. After love,I, too, sleep on a second story." https://www.grolierpoetrybookshop.org/upcoming-readings