Saturday, February 27, 2010

one word eights: inspired

vital answers
vital signs

the vigorous spring


the paradises within

time knows her
ways, time fools

for each and every

a noodle here

a blessing
in the
climbing the moonlit

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



crisp crisp the crispy


Go figure -

sensual calculus in bloom.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

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.

3:38 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

7:49 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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

5:50 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

8:59 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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.

9:30 PM  
Blogger anno said...

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.

12:00 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

8:57 PM  

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