sometimes a notion lush and layered
hidden under conscious thought
opens in me like a seam unfolding
voice and language soften
past narrative and verse
labels dissolve, taxonomies disperse
my expression is no longer bound
by beginnings and endings
ideas are forming
bending
leaning articulating
still connecting
jointed as
limb to leaf
stalk to flower
stem to berry
insight turns to shifting light
that ignites leaf and shimmers
blossom till human naming
falls away
and language loosens
cleanly from the stem
articulation: [botany]: a joint or place between two parts where separation may take place spontaneously, as at the point of attachment of a leaf, berry or blossom.
Music pairing: BlackBerry Love, Anne McLuckie, 2026
This poem was conceived and grown organically from my own unique human experience, thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.
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Magic in the liminal spaces between. . .
Ah yes! That’s where it happens! (quantum theory).
Articulation .. a great metaphor of what is joined and what takes a turn or bend in the body or tree branch. It’s the everyday realization of growing one day older.
Oh yes! Our aging is a wonderful analogy!!!