my sister root

my sister root
calls to me
across vibrant
interliminal
space
electrons wide
reverberant
timeless

together we slide into the rich soil
who cares if it's been months or years
we are always growing together still
intertwining
wefting (weave, from old english wefan, Germanic)*
thrown across, twisting sinuous
whole

when we talk
however long the distance
we discover how deeply we've
continued along, flopping and sloping
across each other's life chords,
nurturing,
mycorrhizal,
the root-weave-mesh
a kind of harp plucking
hum
in gaian dirt
helping the sister root drink



* with thanks to Lauren Raine, Spider Woman's Hands
http://www.rainewalker.com/spiderwoman%20page.htm

the nerve

it seems funny
but sometimes it isn't
i argue the point with myself
i toss and turn inside
a tiny spot
could only be
like some vital
biological
paralogical
etymological
diving divining
where knowing is
such as things guided

many things take on
this sourcing as
metabolic highroad
only to find now
destruction* too is
divine sourcing
energy   making space
for what life
is yet
to flow
so why do i resist

this divinity
within the very
sinew and bone
the marrow
the root of wisdom
tooth now aflame
with its work
for this time
achingly true
offering itself
once again such
that i live true

so much energy
yet emerging?
or here perhaps?
and i just confused
with it in its old
form reprimand
beaten back
that wood so surprisingly
springing forth once
again and again
life is just that
innately true
unexpected pure

something at work
                is this private?
sure to hold
               anything in the way?
my attention
               i place myself
yet with the wrong
               here with this
supposition
               nourishment
can it falter?
               sustenance
              



under a dictionary entry for metabolism: 

"Two kinds of metabolism are often distinguished: constructive metabolism, the synthesis of the proteins, carbohydrates, and fats that form tissue and store energy, and destructive metabolism, the breakdown of complex substances and the consequent production of energy and waste matter."

Roots = up

Jean-Francois Dupuis

Let's imagine the roots as the plant's
upper hands, burrowing head-first
below ground to embrace toward
the center of the pull. That makes
the out-of-earth bodies of trees,
grasses, and all rooted vegetation
into the leggy tendrils dangling
out into cool pools of lit
and darkened space.

Sittin pretty

Sittin pretty

he grew as a root
from the base of a tree
 to sit Siddha Bhodisattva
   just above the ground

as i watched
an El Greco light
  emanated about him

he began to vibrate & continued to vibrate
                until
i no longer could see him

& the sky beyond a tree
was blue & cloud free

Prompt: The Root Going Down

From Wikimedia Commons, Tree Roots
 and Temple, Ta Prohm, Angkor,
Cambodia (David Sim, 2009,
Creative Commons 2)

Let this prompt your poem-making this week: Begin at the surface of the earth and go down. Like a root. Follow the meristem cells as they grow down. Wander blind, by feel, through the gritty texture, through the nourishing dirt. Find nurture and break it down. Do roots slurp? Do they intertwine on purpose, like some daisy chains of doseydoe's? What do roots intend? What do roots portend? You could start at an etymological root, but keep going, deeper....


Travel down deep. Give a new meaning to the computer phrase "root path"...


Keywords: poem, root, [poet's moniker]