Friday, March 19, 2010

one word spider: veins

chicken farms

LaGrange on the bayou -

who can say

which way the fertile

eggs thrive? count

the dozens

paling blue in the mist

morning calls

in the fog

the shrouded meadows

winter to spring

vain weather vainly

assembling her

minions, urchin-like

cavalcade of the rising

minds' intolerances,


at the threshold

complicating the vassals'

obeisance: stop

on a dime, you stop

furnishing the inner

walls, captured

by memory,

by clashing wisdoms,

by inarticulate




Blogger Tammie Lee said...

Paschal, this is a lovely tribute to the changing of the seasons. Your words shrouded me in their spirit.

12:29 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tammie: Thank you for making sense out of this...

Always good to hear from you.

1:44 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Loved those veinlike threads of misty thought wandering around the bayous sprouting leaves of joy and frolicking in the growing consciousness that warmer weather is coming!! Maybe a spider is spinning her web somewhere and laying eggs that will hatch in the fullness of time. Great poem. It made me happy.

1:42 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: How wonderful. What poet could ask for more?

2:26 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, I believe some poets were into sharing sorrow or hoped to instill martial fervor in their readers. They probably would not be too pleased if their poetry just made people happy, but I think of you as a joyful poet, so I expect you like making people happy. A joyful poet and a brooding writer of prose... nice dichotomy going there, bro.

3:29 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

morning calls
in the fog
the shrouded meadows
winter to spring
yesterday I would have been thinking on walking there and there. Now it is snowing for heaven's sake! Talk about your inarticulate fate...

7:52 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I hear you about the "martial" artists. Bit of a poetry/prose yin yang going on here, I suppose.

8:51 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Snow? Torrential rain last night and this morning. Didn't walk out the door until about 2 this afternoon: had no idea it was freezing out there. Mercy. What's up with that?

8:56 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

we would all like the answer to that haha - first day of spring and people are slipping and sliding on the bridges. Gardens begun during spring break are needing covering and I'll be hanging out inside those inner walls drinking cocoa!

10:45 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Inner walls and cocoa sounds divine: just what we did this evening, watching an old Frank Capra movie, listening to my son root unabashedly for the redheaded beauty to win Frank Sinatra's goofball character over.

12:36 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Spent my time analyzing (while watching) Children of a Lesser God for plot checkpoints. It is still snowing here. The last I heard we were at about five inches. It is melting on the roads thank goodness.

2:16 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Still snowing: how awesome is that? Need to ship a young boy who's never seen snow "in the flesh" your way...

Snow day tomorrow to extend Spring Break?

2:49 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

ah it stopped and the roads are clear so spring break shall come to it's appointed end. We ended up with about 6 inches. You should have taken a road trip - Walden would have had an adventure :) Number one son said they didn't get near as much in Tyler but there were flurries there as well.

8:42 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: 70s here today. Spring is sprunging again.

2:19 PM  

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