one word cops and robbers: wanted
of courseyou
of course
me
of course
the river down
its courses
river tye
river charles
rio frio
emerald green
white bones
limestone
in the crevices
floods flooding down
across the acres
of our intent
flooding
beyond symbol
flooding
to the very
heart.
Labels: i can't forget
posted by murat11 at 7:22 PM
11 Comments:
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.
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..
I like! water flows, and courses, and in crevices.... to the very heart. Yep I like this!
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...
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...
Hey, Ms TLee: I'm glad this touched. Good to see you.
Sounds good to me!
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.
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.
This one hit the heart. Just beautiful, paschal.
Anno: Mil gracias, hermana.
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