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Backward Thomas and Once I Had a Container – New Poetry

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The patter of rain on broad leaves punctuates the aura of fire heat – a miracle of remaining housed too large for gratitude

And I am thankful Still my brain tilt-a-whirls

to conceive I have home in a rain forest

From the flat cornfields of Indiana I squiggled into our country's distant foothill corner No plan – just a backpack of worry and fear

The fear pushed me zigging Worry weighed my zagging My inner beacon of peace sliced through all darkness

But now my brain is scrambling seeking something – a box perhaps a fiction maybe something that contains so I can sort new this as that and that new as this

Once I Had a Container

Twelve years in a prison of four walls Katherine told me to escape but prison felt safe until it became too small

Rising to stand tall I burst those walls

Now the world feels open Love abounds Abundance surrounds In community I belong – but what's wrong

Alarm bells ring as in the pen

Worried neural grooves run to some wrong some lack In cat stance I prepare for attack though so steeped in abundance I ought to jump and dance

Backward Thomas in a world that proves

an aura of fire heat and pattering rain

Contextual Notes

This poem is written in response to a recent, dramatic change in my life circumstances, which I wrote about in Suddenly, I'm a Farmer.

Katherine is Katt, my sometime girlfriend from the streets of Hoquiam, Wash. You can read our story, as well as find links to stories and poems inspired by her, in Shoot it! – 5-minute freewrite and good news about Katt.

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@johneyreacko(63)· 22d
I really like your poetry, but to be honest I'm not really good at reading poetry for some reason. I can never get the meter and rhyming schemes right.. it's a skill I'd like to learn but always fail at.

For that reason I probably didn't get all the meaning from it that I should have.

Also I just read your blog about the move to the farm. I can imagine a move like that to be liberating, but also deeply isolating.

I suppose if you're used to living alone it would make it easier.

Is Kat able to visit you or did she move with you? Also how are you liking it now that you've been up there for a while?
@riverflows(82)· 22d
Tilt a whirling indeed - what a turn around. I feel the same about my move this year.

Alarm bells ring as in the pen

Worried neural grooves run to some wrong some lack In cat stance I prepare for attack though so steeped in abundance I ought to jump and dance

Recognising that your brain is firing old pathways is the first step, right? I love how you worked out this dilemma in poetry, condensing it to such an image. Jump and dance, my friend, as you know you ought