Beginnings and Endings

“As if we could hear music inside the words”
–Gail Newman, “Trust”

I hear, but cannot stop the chirp of time,
it travels in waves with the flap of wings,

and in flowing light it sings,
celestial harmonies pulsing in shimmers–

even caged, it chitters and cheeps,
dives and circles, soars and sweeps
past to future, a never-ending story

of bangs and fury, prismed glory
that curves and repeats—again and again

I become my mother and my daughters, all the before and ever-after,
my words are carried on a glittering song,
the essence of my universe, music and laughter.

This is for dVerse, where on Tuesday, Laura asked us to “begin at the end” by using one of the final lines she supplied to influence our own poem. She asks us to think about our own ending lines. Today, Peter asks us to consider our beginning lines.

Ever since I read this article about a Blackfoot woman who translated astrophysics terms into the Blackfoot language, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about chirping stars.

67 thoughts on “Beginnings and Endings

  1. Such a stunning amalgamation of two prompts, Merril 😀 I especially love; “I become my mother and my daughters, all the before and ever-after, my words are carried on a glittering song.”💝💝

  2. So many wonderings to ponder here in your poem. I especially like this stanza,
    “even caged, it chitters and cheeps,
    dives and circles, soars and sweeps
    past to future, a never-ending story”
    Musical to read.

  3. Wonderful meditation on time Merril. – And that first line is a beauty – ‘the chirp of time’ – it’s such a disruptive image – which you’ve continued down through the rest of the poem. I particularly liked the third stanza – ‘even caged it chitters and cheeps…’ – for some reason I thought of alarm clocks and rattlesnakes – and that lyrical last stanza – time is different now – no longer restless, it is circular and musical. Love it.

  4. Western history is so tone-deaf; its just victor over victor over victor. How lovely and charming this celestial snake of a heritage. Over at earthweal this week we’ve been writing about deep time and this poem would fit so well.

  5. I really like the mother/daughters line. It reminds me that RNA comes only from the mother, so gets passed down unchanged (apart from mutations) grandmother to mother to daughter, etc, down through the generations…

  6. I love the metaphor of time as a bird. I’ve never thought about it that way; it brings a whole new perception of time to consider. I’m happy to say that the last stanza fits me, my mother, and my daughter.

  7. You certainly do have a lively readership. This touch of Blackfoot metaphysics is delicious and deep. If we jump a dimension or brave the veil, we find that on the other side time does not exist; what a concept. This is a wonderful “never-ending story of bangs and fury”, smile

  8. I love the way you merged the prompts, Merril, the wonderful opening line with ‘the chirp of time’, the alliteration in ‘even caged, it chitters and cheeps’, and the waves which ebb and flow with the rhymes.

  9. I particularly like
    “even caged, it chitters and cheeps,
    dives and circles, soars and sweeps
    past to future, a never-ending story

    of bangs and fury, prismed glory”
    You are such a sklllful poet.
    JIM

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