Here I am, caught between language and myth …
the principles of grammar written on my tongue by the wind,
the alphabet strung like seed-pearls around my willing neck.
Each day I take to the quarries, hard mining for the sweetly lyrical,
blistered from digging in hot sands and lifting stone for parables.
The very walls that bound my heart are fairly breached by the
gentle solace of poems spun on a spiritual quest, on toiling
though the hill country of my youthful and once indomitable
dreams. Like dandelion fluff, I blow them into history and write
as though poetry is the only nourishment. Perhaps it is.
– Jamie Dedes
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JAMIE DEDES ~ My worldly tags are poet and writer. For the past five years I’ve blogged at The Poet by Day,the journey in poem, formerly titled Musing by Moonlight. Through the gift of poetry (mine and that of others), I enter sacred space.
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