Saturday, July 10, 2010

poem: down the merry (for David)

[Good friend David passed into his glory this past week. We commemorated his life and his blessings to all of us this afternoon.]

turtle soup'd

Katzenjammer Kids

welcome to your

everything, your

dilly-dallying foxtrot

dithering, dollop

of Trollope in

the mean figures

of noodled doom:

abacus mist

we were down

the merry ways

sunflower'd emancipations

in the quiet places

of quietist isolation:

i call back

the damselfly

blooms, crowned

in glory most glorious,

bloomed in flora most

florious, & I ain't

even yet the withers,

the winnowing,

the waxing & the waned:

kiss this, kiss the full

of me, the aventurine

veins, carnelian striations,

tourmaline concretions

of a soul most crusty:

passable charm,

eventual fodder,

asomatous liturgy

of the extravagant




Blogger anno said...

He sounds like a good person to know, and a good friend as well. I especially liked the "sunflower'd emancipations/ in the quiet places of quiet isolation," and all the recollections that followed. I am sorry for your loss.

8:19 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

A beautiful poem; it must commemorate a beautiful soul. Thanks for sharing your memories.

10:23 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno and Teresa: Three years of battling the effects of chemo, he was a radiant man: he and his spouse Joe, 36 years together, were the realtors who helped us find our casita.

11:16 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

you have had quite a week my friend. I too loved the sunflower'd emancipations and the soul most crusty. what an extravagant womb that brings forth friends that inspire such words. I'm sorry for your grief but envious for your knowing..

8:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Good to have you back, Dee, but I am so glad you got the rest you needed in Paradise, and so proud of you for unplugging for the time you did.

8:46 PM  

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