Saturday, November 12, 2011

[in the bland absences]

for rachman

in the bland absences
scour a sense of you lost
in blue sapphire time,
time too green
for annoyances,
too blue for heaven's
anvils to hammer
the grilling of a lifetime's
we measured rain
in your departure
and raised Cain
till your return
to the nether,
a bliss burned into
the anthem of you
sung across the hearts
in your visionary
karaoke epiphanies
in the vestal night:
seam the pleasures,
annotate the calculus
of your inert glimpses
down the long Toto
dance of your sly
prancing pony
fiefdoms, heart-theft
of the gentlest possible
calliope'd highway:
I wager more now
in your passing
than the simplest veins
you offer - veins
of gold, of silver,
of dogged limestone night:
sample me
a questing fool in your
this too shall pass
& the thrifty cares
will burgeon,
calling forth,
in the end,
your silly



Blogger Dee Martin said...

Your entire post - colors, soundtrack, and beautiful words are just the restful place for a weary nanowrimo brain to visit. I love the lines - blue sapphire time, kareoke epiphanies, pleasures sewn together and annotated on a callioped highway. The colors and image are as soothing as the words and as smooth as the scotch.

10:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Marathon Girl. Burblings after a lovely warm memorial service for a young visionary who would have celebrated his 60th birthday yesterday.

1:44 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

I really enjoyed this. It is so peaceful and loving. The picture is a great start.

11:46 PM  
Anonymous paschalbooker said...

I'm glad the peacefulness came through, Teresa. I was a little concerned that the burbling muddle may have strayed a bit, but I also felt called not to change what was coming through.

Peace to you, girl.

10:58 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home