Saturday, November 20, 2010

poem: cast the rest

philly babies
coming & going,

the fire sweetens the mix -

razzle time -

calculated mess beholden

to no one,

grace in the midst

of blue &

the fairest sing

their splendor,

the last shall

& resting we be,

honey smiled her

silver, the spine


gathered all her targets

round & round & round

the three of them

egypt bound,

wandering the arroyos,

hearts strewn

there to here,

i sensed a nearing,

a nearness,

dazzle in the ear,

factual nonsense

we all agree is

sweet, after you call,

after you fall the three

stories down,

promising freedom

in the green flight:

shuffle down the street,

jack: call all they mamas,

visualize rescue time,

visualize son on the rise,

cast the rest

to the beautyswine,

we be longing

all the while,

fasting from pure


nada, and in the heron's

exit, the rest

will follow, and rest will

fasten you

to the blessed caves

of Mary,

the honeybee girlfriends

of Zion, the quickdraw

feline pitter in your

pattering heart.



Blogger Teresa said...

I like some of your words: beautyswine and "the heron's exit." This has a great flow to it, but I'm not sure whence it comes or whither it goes. I guess it just jives on.

6:48 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Comes of writing to funky grooves like "Sweet." The keyboard turns into a rhythm instrument, head bobbing along, whatever rolls out be just fine.

10:53 PM  
Blogger anno said...

Reminds me of hanging out around the music practice rooms, eavesdropping on my favorite sax player, good times, all good lines. This part, though, might be my favorite: honey smiled her/ silver, the spine/ tingled,/ gathered all her targets/ round & round & round/ the three of them/ egypt bound,/ wandering the arroyos,/ hearts strewn/ there to here. Put a little feline pitter in my own pattering heart...

10:09 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Glad the pitters went pattering. Thankful you're out there in the ethers. Sing on, girl.

1:23 PM  
Blogger anno said...

have definitely been feeling out in the ethers lately... good to hear the music calling me home.

2:43 PM  
Blogger San said...

Like Teresa, I was taken by "beautyswine." You could cast yo pearls before such.

5:04 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: World needs you, girl.

San: I wuz feeling the lure of the snout . . .

7:47 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

love all the little faith bites strewn in and among and around, the grace, the three, the son, Mary and Zion. Music, and people, and faith singing and shuffling down, no throwing the pearls before any ole swine - they be beautyswine.

10:18 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Got that right, Dee. Only the best little piggies.

10:39 PM  

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