Sunday, November 14, 2010

poem: how 'bout

in 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.



Blogger Dee Martin said...

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.

8:44 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

9:15 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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.

9:56 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

10:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"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.

9:26 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thanks for stopping by, Anon. NJ + lovely grey weather certainly helped this one along. I like your sentiments.

8:35 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

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 :)

6:41 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

9:03 AM  
Blogger anno said...

Gorgeous poem, all dream and music, so lovely. Something for me to be thankful for, especially this season.

10:29 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thanks for the words, Anno. This is one of my favorites in a while.

1:30 PM  

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