one word drum: major
soul brother mega
phoned big boy strut
halftime alkaloids
timetraveling
the daughters of time
thorny essence
liquid variations
settling for nothing
less than vigorous
abandon, she
plied both sides as
you wandered,
finding the time
for interrogations,
defining moments
charitable trusts
falling through
splendor: close
the door on
dripdry
summations of the mighty
self, dingy
insinuations in your
doubting fires.
sweat the epiphanies
out, blow the rude
awakenings to the curb,
she calls
she beckons
she riffles
through the fineness
of your hair,
cranial bliss
all the ladies waiting,
home for the explosive
wonder of
ascension's
vagabond
autumnal
quindecasyllabic
kiss.
phoned big boy strut
halftime alkaloids
timetraveling
the daughters of time
thorny essence
liquid variations
settling for nothing
less than vigorous
abandon, she
plied both sides as
you wandered,
finding the time
for interrogations,
defining moments
charitable trusts
falling through
splendor: close
the door on
dripdry
summations of the mighty
self, dingy
insinuations in your
doubting fires.
sweat the epiphanies
out, blow the rude
awakenings to the curb,
she calls
she beckons
she riffles
through the fineness
of your hair,
cranial bliss
all the ladies waiting,
home for the explosive
wonder of
ascension's
vagabond
autumnal
quindecasyllabic
kiss.
Labels: for mr. p
posted by murat11 at 9:14 AM
8 Comments:
Fun poem and a fun song to start off a very fun day. I'm off to my library book club to discuss "self-help" books. This is my "light reading" among all the scholarly tomes. Hope your day is bright and merry!!
T: Keep the day fun and light: glad Wolfmother (the band) could help the fun. Cool movie, too.
I saw the ads for the movie, but didn't get to go. Library book club was fun. Now it's back to scholarly tomes, but they can be fun, too, when the mood is right! I'm researching transculturation of literature in contact zones. Good stuff!
T: Kung-fu novels taking over the world: I see where you're going. Transculturating the K-f novel with cowboy poetry in Chinatown. Or the Forth Worth Livestock Show and Rodeo. Yee-haw!
I especially liked the beginning. Both my kids were band nerds, baby girl was percussion - not drums, marimba and base clarinet. One of my UIL kiddos is drumline. baby girls bff was drum major their senior year and is a band scholarship college student now so the beat has been going on around me for years.
soul brother mega
phoned big boy strut
made me smile and brought back good memories of many a halftime show and band competition. Haven't seen the movie but I will be watching for it to come out to rent.
Dee: I love the way we all write our poems together: I had Teddy in his big boy strutting prime in mind, but lo and behold, how it all do work for your exegesis, too, though they do go on quite a wander later: I think I was trying to plumb the depths of Teddy's waystations, post-crash, so much for him to process and conquer and finally bring it all back through. Man was a King on his Mountain before the fall.
As are we all? Kings and queens, that is.
Funny side note on differing takes, before your time in these here parts. Wrote a poem that one of my readers took as a poem about Princess Di, one of the last people I would ever devote words, much less thought, to. A few others jumped on the bandwagon, and there you have it: release these baby poems into the world, and they can go anywhere, ya know?
if I had followed the path you tend to take I would have picked up on Teddy. It's not always just what you write - it's where we are as readers. This weekend was about moving baby girl into dorm and working with uil urchins and I saw drum and major and took a left turn. Spending the weekend listening to high school students talk about idiot debate judges, discussing writing prompts, and arguing over how 2 points should be interpreted on whatever, summations, insinuation, epiphanies and cranial bliss work for me as well :)
Sunday Scribbling seems to have taken a walkabout so I'm going to read a little and sleep alot.
Dee: No, I hear ya. No grousing on this end: it's as it should be: reading/writing as collaboration, on all counts. The odd little ways we crisscross the writings are always interesting.
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