Saturday, December 25, 2010

poem: plenty was / slices of you

lay down the sensible dinnerware
prime the portals
vagrant day demands

chillier vocals
a dream
in the five-time

of whimsied vagaries

I could ask for
more than fancy
fairy queens,
if the bees
murmur, cane them
seek the past tense

the miniature orbits

bring them &

the feeling's back

that was song for love

simplified access

to sliced milky
down the
the golden wheys
tittering on the dismal

this venture
the yammering
it was all
so isosceles
the triangular days
we feast-festering

lingering in tangents gold

the simple line of a back
in the merry woods

the cut back

to partially civilized
inferences splayed
desire & wonder

you in your &
eye in mine
silvering languor

under pines

beds of plenty

was in the roses

we found the stain

of mirrored days

the wisping names of
who you were then
we are now

why we will



Blogger Teresa said...

this poem is super cool. I loved "It was all so isoceles / in triangular days" and a lot of other lines. It does not feel like winter at all in this poem.

7:39 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I liked the writing of this one a lot, too. It may not feel like winter in the poem, but it sure as hell felt like it outside today. Brrrrrr. At some point, local weather said 50 degrees: clearly, "local weather" had not been outside. Chilled to the bone.

But, you're right: this poem came from much warmer climes.

9:47 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Did you have a white Christmas? We have pouring rain again, so a wet Christmas.

11:09 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Not white; grey, for sure, which is pretty in its own way. We were wet for Christmas Eve. My sister reported snowflakes in Jacksonmiss.

12:14 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

holidays are no time for sensible dinnerware, but whimsy? Sure. And green fairy queens are always appropriate and it would not matter anyway because they go where and when they wish!
I would sing for sliced milky ways (that is unless you are not speaking of candy - I only sit and daydream for solar systems)
I love the triangular wiggly ventures and yammery hearts - they always make the feast delightful. Languor under the pines? Well, where else?
Another delight

7:30 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

It's all candy, Dee; even when it ain't. Glad for the delight.

7:15 AM  

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