Sunday, June 07, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #166: Soul Mate

The Nile Has an I

Saturate the nature of this one who

Cannot escape the visible, the ancient

Eye that shatters (and glimmers) with a velocity

Approaching your measure,

Your size 7M leather shoe that walked through

A peace not yet descended, lost

In the outer reaches of virtual

Solitude, a condition the opposite

Of which only a sole-maker in Rio

Might fathom, a step up to the heart

In transit, the transferring flight booked,

The cargo bay filled, so only Christ on his
Big mountain would have the handicraft
Necessary for an altered state,

not by hesitation,
But by the kind of textual
Analysis only 2 bodies

Can bring to bare, bare like the foot that embraces

Heaven, that holds a boy's attention,
Anchoring the peasant memory
Of lines rehearsed in the
calling of heartstrings
Played soft and low
into midnight,
Into your blushing fervor, your blackbird

Eyes, your X, your why, a previous absence
Now held dear, a feast of monsoon

Proportions not even Babette in her

Riversteerage could identify the depths of.

Yes and yes and yes...]



Blogger gautami tripathy said...

I like the analogy..

SS: stuck in time

4:14 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, GT. One of the very first poems I wrote, some 11 years ago. Ode to, in a small way, a very cool shoe of my wife's that I kept on my dashboard during a solo road trip, our first separation after we got together.

8:25 AM  
Blogger San said...

Shoe as soul vessel. Empty shoe as container of absence. The old soft shoe.

5:13 PM  
Blogger jsd said...

"a step up to the heart, In transit" ah I like...very nice - smooth

5:16 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: Astaire dancin' on sand, cher...

5:38 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

jsd: Them was definitely travelin' hearts...

5:39 PM  
Blogger anno said...

Loved the eyes, the I's, the why's; very wise, very lush, very romantic.

10:46 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Anno. Twas a portal, for sure.

11:12 AM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

Some would place St Xtopher upon the dashboard. Ye a pump bringing forth the soulful waters of the heart. A shoe that ventures on without it's mate. You are a poet through and through.

8:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Michael: I like the punning on pump. In my case, it's a pump bringing forth the sap of the heart. Sap, of course, with its multiple meanings.

8:01 AM  

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