poem: last to query
(Ally donated the opening line . . . )give me a disaster
well-toned, heart-blistered
desire in the darkest tombs
a casual dissemination
of all that crawls
the darkest halls
in any way
the roads will wander
love gasping
for the simplest of breaths
tsunami castaways
we fall for the last & only
the carrion blessed
the righteous mess
of his glowing divisions
I ask & the answers
evade the blue
mirrors, the suffering
ground upon which
we stand, shifting
sands, you were the last
to query the winds
darkness burnished
first light
tremors of the least
of your angels
spreading so quickly
knowing the lost
the trusting soul
in diminishing fifths
take your golden
opportunity
to the flea bag hotel
cry eyes and hearts out
the rhythm tenders
the last will gather you
the perils will
stab through the bluest
dreams, leaving
grace as your only
raining daughter.
Labels: aya sensing
posted by murat11 at 5:20 PM
6 Comments:
Wow!! This post is amazing. I love the opening picture. The poem is sublime. There are so many lines that hit things just right. I love the imagery of a "disaster/ well-toned, heart-blistered" and of "carrion blessed." I also like the allusions in "the suffering ground upon which we stand, shifting sands." And a "trusting soul/ in diminishing fifths" really resonates. As does crying one's eyes and heart out in a fleabag motel.
I like the last two lines "Grace as your only raining (reigning) daughter." I think in disasters grace reigns supreme and rains blessings in the strangest places.
Love the You Tube music video. It really fits the entire tenor of the poem.
I think this is one of your greatest masterpieces in terms of profundity of thought and overall composition of the entire post. A++++ to the professor!!
Mercy, Sister T! Such exuberance! Thank you much. This one got pumping as soon as I saw the toss-off first line in a quickly disappearing Facebook post. It bopped and frizzled and lurched - or felt so, as I was writing it, but I too love the soundtrack.
Best to you all.
I loved all of it but especially this - darkness burnished
first light
Thank you, Dee. The first line "prompt" demanded a poem.
funny how all the staged prompts out there and some little line clicks. March Night came from a line in a friends poem "funny how the moon can be covered by a nickel held in my hand"
It's the little things :)
Dee: Agreed. And let's not forget all the Big Bib BarBQ signs out there just crying out for a "pome," too.
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