poem: how 'bout
biblioteca-tecasin they vestibules
pale moonlighting
the runny down legs
fledgling populations all
we wish the merries merrily
but you knows we don't
if the offer's off &
the dimes is thin
washing down the still
craving looks neath the
moon's debris. how 'bout
I call you is a chasm
sweet as fall's
ashes after the storm.
we'll miss each other
by mutual agreement,
but that dog broke down,
sophie spoiling in
the rain, and the all-seeing
dog drizzles colors
you thought you'd
left behind.
they're breaking down
the house next door
all positively two
of them &
it's a long, lonely
spin, creepcrawling
through the whispers
& the sin.
Labels: somewhere left
posted by murat11 at 1:56 PM
10 Comments:
I had not listened to Broken - I think I have a new favorite.
"craving looks neath the moon's debris?, dog drizzling rainbows, and the creepcrawling through whispers and sin." Professor you be back with a nuclear explosion. Those are some keepers, especially that last. Conjures up all sorts of images.
Dee: I've been listening to "Broken" all afternoon in my car on the little drives here and there.
I like this one, too. It's actually a collision of two poems that were stirring in my head, but by the time I sat down at the keyboard, they collapsed into one.
I loved the two pictures. The boy with the cello just made my day.
Your poem is also quite excellent. I'm with Dee on the "creepcrawling through whispers and sin." I also liked "fall's ashes after the storm" and the moonlighting the vestibules with the runny down legs. For some reason "the dimes is thin" just tickled my fancy. My banker grandpa used to talk about not taking thin dimes or wooden nickels. And the idea of missing each other by mutual agreement is another great thought. So glad you're back to poeting, bro. I've missed your muse a lot.
Teresa: I seem to have let my guard down enough for some things to sneak on in. This here poem just insisted on being written.
"we'll miss each other by mutual agreement, but that dog broke down, sophie spoiling in the rain, and the all-seeing dog drizzles colors you thought you'd left behind."
Lovely. As I get older, I miss not what was left behind, but the remembering of it with my other, of that time. This made me think of that.
Thanks for stopping by, Anon. NJ + lovely grey weather certainly helped this one along. I like your sentiments.
How very melodic this poem is, particularly towards the end. I laughed at the "all positively two of them".
I will also add an all of 14 days belated birthday wishes. Hope it was a good one :)
DM: It was and still is, what with your birthday greetings on this, the first day of my Thanksgiving break. I had fun writing this poem, what with some wonderfully conspiring weather and Ms Jones. Be well, amiga.
Gorgeous poem, all dream and music, so lovely. Something for me to be thankful for, especially this season.
Thanks for the words, Anno. This is one of my favorites in a while.
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