Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Array
It’s a controlled randomness
How we travel…….
We twist and bend
In an array of paths
Through snarls,
Through touching,
Through communication.
We cover the ground
With our wanders.
The land listens
To our voice,
We say everything to it
Yet, it asks
For meaning
Or at least we ask it
For meanings
Causing us to name it
To name all
So we can measure
The array
From the smallest
To the largest value
We ask the land
Not to change
Through tectonic plates
Through temperatures
Through civilization
To wear the same array
For endless days
“When I see your face, I recognize it is you, but you have changed. I need to hear your voice.”
Some seeds sprout
Others,
Travel within the array
Of paths
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This poem speaks of wanting to understand what lies around us and to be familiar with the unfamiliar. Beautiful, thanks as always for the lesson in writing beautifully!
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That was wonderful to read. what really caught my attention was the picture. It reminds me of every picture I take of my girls while canoeing. I wish I could write that flawlessly.
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Yes, thank you. Assessment is an interesting word to use.
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I think this is a powerful poem to consider in the face of all the current assessments taking place in public schools. What does any assessment tell us about someone and what do we know but is not able to be assessed? Thank you for your thoughtful writing.
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Ok, no problem!
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It sounds interesting, but I don’t think I will do it. Thanks though!
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Hi! I nominated you in the 3 day quote challenge https://drabblesnblurbs.wordpress.com/2016/06/02/3-day-quote-challenge-i/. I hope you try it!
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Sure.
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Sharing this in my Posts of Note today. I think it’s extremely moving.
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Change is inevitable ,let it be natural calamities or life
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You’re welcome Kris
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Thank you.
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I was writing a poem earlier today, about why we ruin the mystery of things by naming them and siccing science on them. Finding a logical explanation that kills wonder and imagination. This seems like another perspective on that–even when we name and explain it, life thwarts us with its twists and turns, never the same river twice. Eloquently written, Elan. 🙂
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If only I could say things like that. I can only write them.
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You said it better than I ever could — “When I see your face, I recognize it is you, but you have changed. I need to hear your voice.”
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wonderful exploration Elan. The letting go of remembering.
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Does it look the same, but different?
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This poem is pregnant with meaning for me today, as my son is considering applying to my college alma mater and we are visiting the campus today. A brave new world — ’tis new to thee.
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marvelous
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