and…we shall go to someplace
by the sea for deep need of edges
there…having swung long in days
cocooned and rocked in space
of seconds…minutes…hours
of our forwarding in time
and…we shall listen to the cat
and regulate our breathing
to nothing but its purr…
blur our sensing to its
mesmerizing burr against
our knowing metronome
and…we shall dismiss
chance rice cake words,
so devoid of season to the
tasting of our thoughts…and
we shall seek only limits to
our consciousness of touch
Bonnie Marshall
Art by Francois Knopf
Proem... 
Magnificent!
You will know how much I appreciate your comment, Ward.
Very intriguing!
I’m very pleased you noticed this persona, Nancy. Smiles.
Bonnie; I took the hint at the top of your page … ‘Browse …’ and look what I found:
the silence between words
a Picasso kind of love
so tight a frame
my skeleton and I … we dance
In the House of Fortune
Two Angels Walk Into a Bar
moaning of the turtle:
I shall transfigure …
When Starlings Fall
my star is in Electra
Ah! Such fun, Mark…and your comment is definitely a keeper!
Very nicely pulled together!
Hello, and very grateful thanks, Jenifer!
Bonnie, truly one among your very best. Insightful, full of the majestic gesture toward living and just being. Smiles…>KB
Because you are a splendid poet, KB, such praise is most welcome. Smiles.
Bonnie,
“and…we shall listen to the cat
and regulate our breathing
to nothing but its purr…”
is like a magic incantation that took me from where I was to where you were. And i can still hear that cat…
Thank you, dear! This is so beautiful.
Thank you, John, and you are most welcome. This one seemed easy to write. Smiles.
Sounds peaceful but why does it send shivers down my spine?
Hello, dear friend! Oh, I don’t know…except you are so astute a poet that your senses are fine tuned. Sending grateful smiles to you so far away…
And I you.
This is absolutely beautiful, ma’am. I haven’t read your poems in a very long time, but this is an absolutely beautiful poem and you are a beautiful and talented writer. Thank you for sharing this. 🙂
Glad to hear from you again! Always, I appreciate your responding, for it is important to me. Smiles…
the poem comes across like a beautiful anthem to urge one to live as fully as one can. and i actually taste the styrofoam in “rice cake words.” it’s such a fine poem.
Must confess, Michael, that I’m easily distracted these days, yet your so welcome and carefully thought through comments send me back into writing poetry again. I’m very grateful.