»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #41
»
b l u e p r i n t for a strawhouse
| Open Poetry #41 |
|
b l u e p r i n t for a strawhouse |
|
|
bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631
|
 Everything strewn, out of place, torpor, amid a bevy of indecision, at the median, Figure 2. there’s the maidenhead, an ornate slit to traverse and adorn with bruised red fruit crushed underfoot, you must have unbelievable faith in water and in the fluent lull of the Harpsichord to grow stalks of fire, you must begin the New Year with your hands tied behind your back, worship dark totems weighed down with nightbirds, you must know what’s behind the shadow of a treadmill, its window, the moon’s reflection, its silent season reaching into red anthills that bloom in me, intolerably, there’s a hard science to building walls that sway with Summer storms, and the catastrophic burgeoning of ginkoes, beneath the 37 pinions of these wings, tie the proper knot, slow now, tie it, lock the arms to an open frame of oak rooted to ancient earth, hope for harvest. for soil. for the bird’s relentless song, the door’s built last, just wide enough for two lovers to enter on hands and knees. Figure 5 is the lullaby of a blind gelding caught in a burning corral, inchoate, and the night’s so heavy with imminent thunderstorms, at the temple, my hair is sweetened by golden cassia, and night-blooming jasmine, to calm the blood in its awful rush toward a blue black god, gather our grains in brimming cups, leave detritus strewn in florid patterns across the pungent grass, there’s a story amid the burrows of my hand, my body, at the mercy of your 53 carat tethers, strung along such mismatched legs, this dutiful torture, I choose a body and make it, yours perched along our picked fence, 16 hummingbirds pant and draw breath in a field of basil, rain threatens to sing you to sleep, but I press my lips to your ear instead, and hope the terror in my heart stirs you from dream, Figure 8b is a waltz to the weavebird’s song that will mend sweetwater and light with straw, earth and mind upon a bright loom of patchwork grain, untortured by bushels of thorns.  |
||
| © Copyright 2007 babygirLPress - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Your creativity is incredible lady. You do collapse me, but then, you already knew this yes?  As always love, a pleasure to read you.after a fall I get back up, |
||
|
bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
My Gentle friend~ ((thank you))~ it is an absolute pleasure to collapse you~~~  |
||
|
Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
well now, if'n you don't mind a gal beggin a bit..... more pleassse |
||
|
bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~~you are a doll, Gentle spirit~~ ((thank you)) for the encouragement and warm reply... this was a bit of an experiment...tieing together my fairytale themes and my own life's lessons...with something tangible...a blue print.. as a kid I always loved maps and blue prints...especially Old World maps...recently, I have been using them in collage projects and photo projects....and I wanted to play around with a poem.... thanks again, love for feeling this~ ~hugs~   |
||
|
Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank goodness that between the dark and light there is blue... after several readings, this is becoming a very precious read to me for several reasons, and on multiple levels.  Oh yeah...I'm adding it to my library, and I haven't done THAT in a long, long time! " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
||
|
bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Sunshine~ thanks so much, love~ I'm absolutely thrilled you found something in this...that speaks to you~ and honored you are adding it to your library~ ~hugs |
||
aujussy wolf
since 2003-08-09
Posts 1215Michigan |
perched along our picked fence, 16 hummingbirds pant and draw breath in a field of basil, rain threatens to sing you to sleep, but I press my lips to your ear instead, and hope the terror in my heart stirs you from dream, ~~~~ bel1e ... this part drew me back a few times : ) .... your too good to read just once !! ~wolfie In his mantle gray he walked one day across a shining floor and with crystal key in secrecy he opened an ivory door -J.R.R. Tolkien(T.Bombadil-the adv |
||
|
bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
hey Wolfie~ thanks so much, love~ I'm glad you enjoyed this~ ~hugs |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
