Friday, April 24, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #160: Follow

river dust

kings and queens we shall all be

but I will not,

I will knot the threads

of my heart

the knees shall bend

but I will not,

claims of notability

knotwithstanding

I will

not

climb the heirs of

swagger

I shall

claim the busy world

in her staggering

genius

I must

but dither in false

ovations

praise in caravans

pacify groaning self-weight

vilification is blood sport

but so is the tether at

our necks

amethyst geodes will

be broken

thundering dust

his and hers

in the archives by

the rivers

caverns of worth

in the dimmest words

the sheerest veils

Avalons in merrymaking

the 10,000 suns our

signal, birthing

visual teleplay

the fortnights of worry

flirted away, in

the consummations of

global consequence

frittered through

this one’s that &

that one’s this

better ask the wind

why she squanders

the heart by which

she leads.

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25 Comments:

Blogger Dee said...

I love so many things about this - I love the use of not and Knot, and amethysts are my very favorite stone because of the plain ugly outside hiding the beauty inside. Beautiful!

9:16 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Dee. I love the large "cathedral"-sized amethyst geodes. Very soothing to slip your hand inside and feel their energy.

9:45 AM  
Blogger jsd said...

wonderfully knotty and full of swagger :)

11:00 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

jsd: Yowza! Happy Fiesta.

11:03 AM  
Blogger floreta said...

i love the knot/not throughout the poem. great wordplay!

11:06 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Floreta: This poem started as a semi-conscious riff off the rhythms of your "Blossom" poem.

8:26 AM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Loved the knotty nots in here!

watch the movie from the sidewalks

10:34 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

GT: All slip-knots, I assure you...

10:37 AM  
Blogger anno said...

The pied piper of poetry strikes again! I followed every knot through every satisfying line right to the very end. Wonderful!

11:20 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, hermana Annita: apropos of nothing and everything, I just now finished EII. The Herschel scene blew me away: the house was empty (T and W are in Dallas for King Tut), so the howls only startled Blue the Wonderdog for a moment, as he settled at my feet.

Time for a long walk...

Peace to you in this day...

11:32 AM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

better ask the wind

why she squanders

the heart by which

she leads.
This spoke worlds to me. The entire poem is vivid and wonderful!

1:32 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tumblewords: Thank you again, my friend. Your words of appreciation always speak worlds to me...

Blessings to you.

5:26 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

I also love slipping my hand inside those large cavernous amethyst geodes.

Your poem: "I will knot the threads of my heart the knees shall bend but I will not" wonderful~

6:16 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

This language player does speak english.
I like the idea of Avalons in merrymaking. :)

7:17 PM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

Murat. Songwriters speak of creating the hook. The interplay of not/knot had me hooked. And as I read your other comments, this must be true! Fantastic imagery in this poem. I feel I have travelled the universe and back. Thank you.

11:54 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Miz TLee: Thank you, as always. No doubt, the amethyst caverns steady the hand the holds the camera...

7:19 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms Mood: You being one who can lift the veils to Avalon...

7:20 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Michael. Funny thing about hooks: sometimes they feel like the cheap and easy - word-wise, that is: I doubt they feel that way musically, more like mantra there. Still, a hook is a hook is a hook, and I'm glad this one found me.

7:25 AM  
Blogger San said...

"I shall claim the busy world in her staggering genius." That, my friend, is a good thing to mutter before putting feet to the floor each morning.

Lovely sounds that flirt, his and hers, back and forth, frittered, squandered. A wise investment of breath.

8:04 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister San: With a nod, of course, to Mr. Eggers.

8:13 AM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

Wow? Can I? :)
That's nice!

7:04 PM  
Blogger Alone on the Isle said...

Just beautiful...

8:11 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Welcome, Alone on the Isle, and thank you...

8:19 PM  
Blogger alister said...

This is a universal thing that’s come through you here! Ever’body loved it, followed it from kings to leads. I voted for royalty and swagger at first because I’m that way. I voted for it ‘fore I became dazed at the amethyst lot of lined up cars and then I saw they were not that at all and I was at home with the flirting and the fortnights of worry done withered, the consummations of global consequence frittered, for that is what I’ve always known, which is not to say anything of consequence, but merely to condense love to a paragraph of defenselessness. And to hope that you forgive me in the morning ; )

12:28 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Duchess: Royalty and swagger you iz. Forgiveness you need never ask, beloved as you are.

5:50 AM  

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