Friday, March 19, 2010

one word hepburn: neck

go figure
in the eights

the vines

in which you found her

distillate joys

down the twining


pressure points,

muse in waiting

wuthering dance

passion play







Blogger Teresa said...

Love the lute and the amulet around the neck. The place of passion plays and wandering, wuthering dance. This is a great poem to dance to.

1:39 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Did you dance to it? How cool that would be. The instrument was meant to be a theorbo, for its long, Audrey Hepburn-like neck, an instrument one of my nephew's actually plays.

2:19 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I danced in my chair, and I can imagine the moves. The old knees hurt today, so I can't give it the choreographic interpretation that it deserves and that does justice to Audrey Hepburn's prowess.

3:27 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Joy purified? Vale interwoven with vines, an amulet to keep the tide from rising above the high water mark when the wind roars through?

The poem is fun just for the sound and feel and then I have an adventure wandering through wikipedia looking for meanings just in case you have hidden something....

7:45 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I love chair-dancing: everybody looks cool in the genre - a good choice.

8:52 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee, chica: I ain't never hiding something: if it's hiding, it's hiding from you and me.

8:54 PM  

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