friday poem
[Devotionally Misreading David Rosenberg]
surviving the flood
bring that Canaanite blood sugar
indigenous memphitic blues
nubian flotsam
figgy jetsam
leggy Isis
blistering your tongue
calculating the measures by
which we
integrate
holy rock
holy roll
red sea babies carry
us home
the fruit trees
the olives
the tamarind nights
i'll to your west ends
you'll to my seeds
can there be marriage more
jeweled than this?
surviving the flood
bring that Canaanite blood sugar
indigenous memphitic blues
nubian flotsam
figgy jetsam
leggy Isis
blistering your tongue
calculating the measures by
which we
integrate
holy rock
holy roll
red sea babies carry
us home
the fruit trees
the olives
the tamarind nights
i'll to your west ends
you'll to my seeds
can there be marriage more
jeweled than this?
Labels: i can see baby
posted by murat11 at 7:37 AM
12 Comments:
Nice poem,lovely blog :) Have fun writing!
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Thanks for visiting again, Marinela. Poem on.
This is cool - I think we are playing off each other :)
red sea babies carry us home - love that.
Dee: Your flotsam and jetsam definitely played into this mix. This is the second of two recent poems that started pulsing over the past week while I was driving up Fredericksburg Road to the Instituto. Whipped out a bank deposit slip to get the beginnings down. Wonderfully rainy day to get things started.
I love that it started on a bank deposit slip. Something else to take to the bank!
Amazing and wonderful; "calculating the measures by which we integrate holy rock/holy roll" is going to stay with me for a while. Jeweled marriage indeed.
Dee: I don't know about that bank, but surely enough for a cup of coffee and another coffee poem to boot.
Thank you, Anno. I liked this one a lot, both where it began in the traffic on Fredericksburg Road and where it ended in jewels.
This one is truly cool! I like the Canaanite blood sugar and figgy pudding jetsam tangoing with the leggy Isis till the red sea baby swings along low in his chariot. Every line is a gem in this poetic necklace.
Teresa: Thanks to Dee for floating the flotsam (or was it the jetsam?) earlier this week: piece of driftwood that caught in the stream. David Rosenberg's musings on just who the Canaanites might have been jumped that second line; kept debating if it should be comma or not before sugar, cuz I definitely mean it both ways.
well, given the high propensity to diabetes of people with ancestors from the land of Canaan, I think you took the right course, sugar!
Driftwood is always great.
Teresa: Leastwise not too many folks who is driftwood challenged.
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