poem: rest your names
simple raysMary's tears cry
whispers
these foolish fools
calibans
tribal waifs in the blue
margins, calling:
answer the rest,
your names
are drowning
the violent dreams
parting ways,
cast of busybees
heralding
the nothings
sequestered in
your natural wells
blue holes
singing the silent
gospels,
the wildflowers
of your rendered
face, castaway
we forget the rinsing
parlor, the first
time, the very time,
the tingle in the alleyways,
seven times seven times
& the nights are falling,
the flying fish
of a thousand memories
fragrant
dropping through
rhyming space
I knew it then
I crave it now
I pray the wonders
never cease.
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posted by murat11 at 11:20 PM
4 Comments:
I love the thread of blue that meanders through like a thread unraveling from Mary's veil at the top. I also really like the last few lines... amazing gems there, quite powerful.
How is life with you?
I think I finally have my thesis draft done to please my first exacting prof. Friday I present the main points at a conference on campus. Shouldn't be too bad; I have added quite a few movie clips of wonderful things like "flying" and music being played on a giant statue of Buddha carved into a cliff overlooking the Yellow River. I'll let the flute and lute do the talking...
What a perfect musical choice for this poem. It has the same mellow velvet feel to is as her voice.
"cast of busybees heralding the nothings" while poetry while poetry is falling through the night. I like this one very much :)
Sister T: Blue is the color, for sure.
All is well here, on all fronts, bizziness and downhome alike.
I like the video clips idea. Can't wait to take your classes when you get fully prof'd up. They'll be a cerebral hoot.
Sister D: I thank you for the velvet compliment, girl. I was a lukewarm Norah fan in the early days; she's growing on me big time in these latter days. Stumbled into this one yesterday.
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