one word eights: inspired
vital answers vital signs
the vigorous spring
regales
the paradises within
time knows her
ways, time fools
for each and every
a noodle here
a blessing
in the aspenwatches
climbing the moonlit slopes,
ambergris calliopes
blowing
I am lost
in the filigree of you
senses slain
senses flurried
joy of the resident alien
joy of the near you
joy of the with you
redrose lumbers the beast
aquifer empires rising
the rest is utter
exquisite
consequential
crisp crisp the crispy
tune.
Go figure -
sensual calculus in bloom.
Labels: foggy bottoms
posted by murat11 at 12:48 PM
7 Comments:
I'm down with the ambergris calliopes but I don't think calculus is very sensual. Long day with the uil kiddos - caught the bus at 6:30 in the a.m. Soothing beauty here in the words and the image. Joy of the resident alien resonated with this yankee girl thought this poem had a definite personal feel to it.
Dee: What, nothing sensual about limits and smooth infinitesimals, derivatives and linear operatives, and the constant of integration? Ain't it all rise over run?
Glad you caught the personal, too: I saw it unfolding as it started flowing, a love poem, an anniversary poem, in bloom.
Actually, i liked the sensual calculus. And I think there's a lot that's sensual about the limits of a curve and derivatives that integrate and all that.
Happy anniversary, Murat.
I also liked the moonlit hike and the fact that this could be thought of, too, as describing an aquifer, a well-spring and the calculus that builds up from minerals where the water bubbles up from the earth, something solid that lays down year after year as the water of love flows freely in the romantic setting of a foggy bottom in the midst of the moonlit woods in the hills.
It's got all kinds of great metaphors and images for any kind of romantic--poet or geek :0
Teresa: I'm with you on the sensual calculus. Big fan of waterspaces, too, water sign that I am: aquifers (like the Edwards aquifer that lives beneath us), estuaries, rivers - more the inland waters than the outlands, but the ocean is growing on me. The other two residents here are the ocean-crazed ones. I'm not too far behind.
Anniversary comes March 8th. I like that this poem came early.
Can't be too early on remembering anniversaries... well, unless you're 364 days early; then someone might think you're just a little bit late.
I love lakes and rivers and water in the woods. Springs are particularly cool. But I also love the ocean, especially from the deck of a sail boat. Now that is living... (except in a big storm or hurricane, and I don't particularly like riding tsunamis)
Maybe you're part naiad (except I think they are female, right), so maybe your yin part is a naiad, while the other two are oceanids. But eventually all streams, brooks, and rivers flow to the sea, so of course you would feel drawn to the ocean.
Teresa's right, it's never too early to remember an anniversary. And, I know I'm prejudiced, but I loved the sensual calculus in bloom. All those luscious, open "u's", the allusion to curvy derivatives, and everything in gorgeous bloom... a perfect anniversary poem. Wishing you & Tina a wonderful anniversary, and many more.
Thank you, Anno: I like your take on the curves. We've been enjoying a lazy, lollygagging weekend. Molto lazy. Best wishes to you up there.
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