Friday, April 16, 2010

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
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?



Anonymous Short Poems said...

Nice poem,lovely blog :) Have fun writing!

Short Poems

10:33 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thanks for visiting again, Marinela. Poem on.

10:39 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

This is cool - I think we are playing off each other :)
red sea babies carry us home - love that.

5:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

7:03 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

I love that it started on a bank deposit slip. Something else to take to the bank!

7:43 PM  
Blogger anno said...

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.

10:22 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I don't know about that bank, but surely enough for a cup of coffee and another coffee poem to boot.

8:02 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

8:04 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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.

10:17 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

11:38 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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.

1:35 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Leastwise not too many folks who is driftwood challenged.

2:55 PM  

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