Canto

Cute Hands

Canto

What do you think
you would find
if you dug down
that deep?

Someone you don’t
know, who speaks
in a language
you have never heard?

Maybe it’s time
to learn
a new language.

Maybe you think
you’d find a monster?
Large and hairy,
with sharp teeth
and huge hands?

Maybe it’s time
to feel wind
in your fur, time
to point nose
into scent of future.
Maybe it’s time
to bite down,
leaving teeth marks
in hard cracked
soil of the past,
time to learn how to grasp
what is truly yours.

What do you think
you would find
if you dug down
that deep?

A feather of truth?
Maybe so many
you could learn
how to fly, from
here to there,
or anywhere you
want to go.

Maybe you’d find
the mud of your soul,
hold it wet, glistening,
in those huge monster
hands, pat it, finally
shape it into what
you’ve always known
you could be.

What do you think
you would find,
if you dug down
that deep?

Maybe just a pebble
of fool’s gold?
We all need to be foolish
for a while,
or risk the chance
never to begin.

What if you found instead,
the Sorcerer’s Stone,
all the magic you knew
when you were a child,
before the world
knocked if from
your head?

Are you afraid
of what you might
find if you dug
down that deep?

A wounded heart,
bruised and beaten,
barely able to breath?

You could lift it,
cleanse it with healing tears,
cradle it in your arms,
bear it back to that home
you have made,
filled with treasures
you have found
with all of your digging.

Feed it, nurture it
with the rich moist
mud of your soul.
Fan it with the feathers
of your truth. Sing
it a lullaby in a language
you have newly learned.
Whisper it’s secret name,
written at the center
of a Sorcerer’s Stone.
Promise to always protect
it with huge sharp teeth,
then teach it,
using only the tips
of very sensitive fingers,
to dig even deeper.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/05

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24 Responses to Canto

  1. Diane Truswell says:

    I agree, we need to dig even deeper, LOL. Such a clever metaphor, Elizabeth!

    Thank you Diane, back in college I was known for extended metaphors. I seem to like that concept, a lot, lol. Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment,

    Elizabeth

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  2. derrick2 says:

    I guess the truth is most of us are scared to dig too deep. Maybe the fool’s gold is all there is!

    That might be true, Derrick. But, again, it is only the fool who lacks the knowledge of fear and his/her own foolishness who ever truly begins. Mistakes can take us to the exact right place we need to be. When I need that reminder I come back and read this poem. Poetry is often a means of self-talk to me, lol. Thanks for reading and commenting,

    Elizabeth

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  3. vivinfrance says:

    Quite a contrast to your other real-world-based animal poem: pure fantasy, put there to make us think. Splendid ideas here.

    Viv, this poem, completely unwittingly, was my swan song to the city and Poetry group I moderated for so many years. It was written up in the local paper and got rave reviews. I shortly, after writing it, decided to move back here to the city of my birth, doing my own digging, if you will, lol. Still doing that, the soil is much deeper and sometimes more like rock here, and that is definitely another metaphor. Thanks for your continued support and encouragement, it means a great deal,

    Elizabeth

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  5. anl4 says:

    This is very good…hummm…I was just wondering, once you have dug down, does the passage way stay open, or must one have to dig down each time one writes? Or once you have found the way, is it easier?

    Love the questions, Annell. We are each individual, creating our own path with every choice we make. I’m sure there are those who would say, “Why dig at all?” And others would have different answers. I can only tell you what I have come to know for my journey. The digging goes on as long as I breathe. To some extent, it is what keeps me breathing, alive, curious, wanting to know, even though I knew long ago that I can’t know everything, I never tire of learning new things. I truly believe that each moment of my existence is stored inside of me. At the age of sixty-six, I know I’ll never be done digging, lol.

    Elizabeth

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  9. Pamela says:

    Wow, Elizabeth this poem parallels mine in many ways. What a suprise to read this. Very deep and moving write. Thank you.

    Love,
    Pamela ox

    Thank you Pamela. This piece was written for a reception at a Fine Arts Gallery approximately eight years ago. Each year the poets and artists would take turns going first (responding to one another’s art). One of the guests in the audience, heard me read this out loud and wrote it up for an article in the newspaper where he worked. I’ve always thought it was a very satisfying way to leave the city where I had lived and worked for almost forty years.

    Elizabeth

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  10. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    We never truly know what we might find unless we dig down deep.. the curiosity however compels us to find out.

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  11. X says:

    I guess it all depends on how honest we are with ourselves about what we find when we dig deep. And on how long we are there – cause you can get stuck digging too deep.

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  12. Susan says:

    Oh my, yes! Fear mingles with desire and even necessity. This same push-me pull-me drives research and interviews and travel and reunions and coming back again always to the self. Layers deep it all begins to add up. Your questions and form get to what engagement really means. I love your poem! (Whoops! When I paused to read the other comments, I discovered that this is not a new poem written for this prompt but a poem that you wrote 8 years ago. Please leave it for now, but in the future save your seasoned work for the Poets United Sunday Pantry and write new work for the Midweek Prompts. Thank you.)

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  13. Sherry Marr says:

    WOW! Each word of this spoke directly to my soul. I especially love the idea of that Sorcerer’s Stone……this is an extra special poem, my friend. Brilliant.

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  14. oldegg says:

    How important it is to dig, delve deep down to find your true self. Our development both as individuals has been achieved by this yet in today’s world the superficial rules which we should turn our backs on. Excellent piece.

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  15. Our souls maybe have their own secret names—there is a lot of wisdom here–beautifully penned

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  16. Bodhirose says:

    I like how you kept coming back to digging deep because I believe it’s a life long endeavor. Perhaps it is our purpose to dig deep and take a fearless look at who we really are. Is it really that frightening? I guess it is to some.
    Gayle ~

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  17. Mary says:

    Digging deep is not always easy, but it can bring rich rewards if pursued! So glad to see you here at Midweek Motif!!!

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  18. Sumana Roy says:

    “You could lift it,
    cleanse it with healing tears”….digging too deep might bring us here but the journey will always be worth it…love how the poem ends….

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  19. kaykuala h says:

    You’ll find lots of things if dug deep enough. Sadly many may not venture out or are too afraid that they might find out about the ‘negatives’. Life is good for experimenting, really! That is where the fun is! Thoughtful thoughts Elizabeth!

    Hank

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  20. Jae Rose says:

    Sometimes I think we are afraid of digging deep because what is inside is good, kind, brilliant, ever growing – everything we wearer told and taught not to be…dig we must…to find our own treasure..better still know we were always gold

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  21. Jae Rose says:

    By wearer I mean were…although we can certainly wear some labels!

    Yes, that we do, and it is a major reason to do the digging. How else do we learn to be who we truly are, or what we might become?

    Elizabeth

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  22. Myrna Rosa says:

    This is lovely Elizabeth. I like the way you wrap it all up at the end. I agree with you. We must dig, ask the questions but know they are within. Digging is a lot of work but worth it. Thanks for this meaninful, wise write.

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  23. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    Digging down is something that many of my students simply don’t want to do, at least not now. I hope and pray that as they mature they will discover the joy that learning can bring to one’s life.

    To Teach the Humble

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  24. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Learning from the deepest self – great concept! Great wisdom, in fact.

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