Tuesday, September 08, 2009

one word cops and robbers: wanted

of course
of course
of course
the river down
its courses
river tye
river charles
rio frio
emerald green
white bones
in the crevices
floods flooding down
across the acres
of our intent
beyond symbol
to the very



Anonymous Teresa said...

I'm not sure why the cops and robbers are sending the wanted people down the river. I always thought going to the Big House was "up the river", but somehow your prison has become a prison of the heart flooded with love and intent and the emerald green of new life, so I guess it's downstream where the goin' is easy.

8:35 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

there was much but "across the rivers of our intent" curled up and stayed. Was hearing Neil Young sing "Down By The River" and CCRs "Green River" but dreaming of tubing on the Guadalupe. Nice mini vacation in my head. No cops and robbers, just refugees looking for that shelter from the storm..

10:42 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

I like! water flows, and courses, and in crevices.... to the very heart. Yep I like this!

1:06 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Maybe we're saying the same thing, but I think it's the cops and robbers that are wanted, flooding that within (and without) us that impedes, imprisons, waywards our hearts, setting us down and racing in the emerald green courses...

5:38 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: A nice conflation of the anxiety and wanted poems, I like it. Bobby could certainly sing these tracks, and Neil with his "Harvest Moon," but ain't no place for "shootin' his baby, daid" in this green fairy tale. The upper reaches of the Mother River should have made their way into this poem: I'm glad you invoked her for the coda...

5:43 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Hey, Ms TLee: I'm glad this touched. Good to see you.

5:44 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Sounds good to me!

4:06 PM  
Blogger San said...

My love and I recently enjoyed a rarity--a day off TOGETHER. We spent time hiking in the woods by the Pecos River. Nothing like the sound of a river running over rocks to remind you of intent, of the inevitable places in the heart that soothe.

6:01 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: The sound of rivers running over stone is my favorite sound and site of water. Reminds me of John Dufresne's first (and I still think, best) book The Way That Water Enters Stone. We are one week away from closing on a house on Running Creek. The sweet house aside, I love the name of the street.

7:40 AM  
Blogger anno said...

This one hit the heart. Just beautiful, paschal.

5:49 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Mil gracias, hermana.

6:45 PM  

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