Monday, October 7, 2013

Existing

Existing

I exist
In the creases of his grey pants
In the tiny half-moon clippings at rest in the blue garbage can

I exist
In the needle eyes staring everywhere
In the hung frames of faces from the familial sphere

I exist
In the smooth spots worn into a keyboard
In the rough skin of my barefoot self

I exist
In the forgotten light, the forgotten dishes
In the bubbling of yeast and the melting of chocolate

I exist
In the pages I have turned
In the words I have read and written

I exist
In flesh and blood memories
In the holy water of an eternal mind

12 comments:

  1. many questions lay beneath the lines... great piece...

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  2. Love the flow of this piece, beautiful read.

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  3. I simply adore this poem.

    This stanza is particularly resonant for me:

    I exist
    In the smooth spots worn into a keyboard
    In the rough skin of my barefoot self

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  4. awwww. yes, yes, you exist. thank goodness for that.

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  5. so beautiful... existence is goes far beyond even our physicality.

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  6. I love the flow! the "I exist" was very powerful and sort of like a heart beat! Love it. Existing in all. Familiar and not, Ordinary or not.

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  7. There is a lot to think about here... all the ways we exist and how our imprint is on so much. Very nice.

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  8. "in the smooth spots worn into a keyboard," yes, I get this. Every single stanza had me holding my breath. The "I exist" refrain is potent and memorable. This is one of the best of yours I've read, Cami. Peace, Amy

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  9. smooth spots worn into a keyboard... I think I can relate to that! Nice.

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  10. This is the second poem of the day that made me think of non duality. Looking out the window I see me in tempered texture and hues unfathomable, little do I realize that I too am the window once the emptiness sets in and there are no slave owners. They disappeared the day fear went on vacation. Great thought provoking writing.

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