Monday, July 12, 2010

poem: still blood

[Written in the wee hours in tandem with Jill Scott's "He Loves Me." The line inside me to chorus is my mishearing of her incite me to chorus. Lovely line, and she does. So.]

castle mine

finest tethers

your ache lingers

longing the larger

the very

the never

the actual

the violet caress

inside me to chorus

vital signs

heart signs

the cicada runs free

we were morning

we are still

blood drives

the faster ways

life makes more

in the Julys of glory

you the I can't

you the missing inversions

the played against

the tangled web

the blue coos

the sensate disarray

the invitation stills

the bone

parallel charm

derelict alarm

gathered excitation

the black seam


the darkest night

inside me




Blogger Teresa said...

I love the poem. I'm at the school library, so I can't play the music, as I don't have headphones. I look at this tonight when I can properly enjoy it. In a minute I'm off get 3-D pictures of what ails me. Maybe they'll find a Martian in my middle, but probably just a bunch of marshmallows :-).

1:43 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Fun to write poems with cool grooves in your headphones, writing with the rhythms. Cool, sexy little song.

5:00 PM  
Blogger anno said...

mmmmm... a love song, my favorite kind of poem. What a great way to start the day.

8:06 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: I thought so, too.

9:49 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Very sexy little song. Very sexy little poem. And I'm wondering if "chorus" isn't a mispronounced "caress", but what do I know?

10:21 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I think you're right; I think she plays for all the meanings.

12:30 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

love the sensate disarray - a love song for sure. Love certainly causes disarray - all plans and logic thrown out just caresses and choruses and violet and blue and the sexy black seam. What is it about old fashioned stockings anyway lol. I think the problem with romance anymore is too much is hanging out for all to see. There is nothing to tantalize - hidden is the key :)

9:18 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Welcome back, Dee: Coal seam, midnight seam, nylon stocking seam - all dark and sexy.

6:11 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

forgot to mention - you used the line "the bone" and then your tag was ignite. Made me think of Coldplay's "Fix You" - the lines "Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones" completely hooked me. Lit up from within - that is this poem :)

7:38 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Thanks for adopting that wee line: I didn't quite know what to do with it when it arrived, so I just left it alone.

I'm not sure if I mentioned Young at Heart before: a group of 70-, 80-, and 90-year-old singers who sing a very unorthodox repertoire, one of which was "Fix You." The documentary about them (you can queue it up) is phenomenal. I showed it to my middle schoolers and they loved it, as did the three of us here at home. I was blown away the first time I heard the lyric lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones. Beautiful song.

Here's the link for their take on "Fix You":

Plenty of other clips on YouTube, but the whole film is well worth the time.

10:45 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

and my husband asks why I am sitting at my computer crying at 5:30 in the morning....that just blew me away!

5:54 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Awesome, ain't it?

11:26 AM  

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