Friday, May 19, 2006
cue 2
a hegemony of bulrushes this way no
stiff rout but some slight triumphant
bending against a wind more hushed
than meaning to
likewise yesterday's love, all external
with the faintest bendings conglomerated
but beautiful as if that word silk wrapped and
dreamed down into sum
today has come like the creeping now river
tide, half imperceptible according too
the higher sensate order yet
inevitable as all eventuals must
as all dreams become
background and the incessant must, a
damp emptiness where neck arch indents
made any hitherto privacy
rheumy and needy and vocalized; thus
do birds rise who do
presses that cannot be stored; the fact
that only drips are left and at best dried-away, bodies
on the living-room corner-screen
a multi-humps gestalt
pain always left out no matter
what the sky appears
as if of Nazareth
a good code to
swear by
a hegemony of bulrushes this way no
stiff rout but some slight triumphant
bending against a wind more hushed
than meaning to
likewise yesterday's love, all external
with the faintest bendings conglomerated
but beautiful as if that word silk wrapped and
dreamed down into sum
today has come like the creeping now river
tide, half imperceptible according too
the higher sensate order yet
inevitable as all eventuals must
as all dreams become
background and the incessant must, a
damp emptiness where neck arch indents
made any hitherto privacy
rheumy and needy and vocalized; thus
do birds rise who do
presses that cannot be stored; the fact
that only drips are left and at best dried-away, bodies
on the living-room corner-screen
a multi-humps gestalt
pain always left out no matter
what the sky appears
as if of Nazareth
a good code to
swear by
Comments:
Dear Ann Marie,
Since I first read and published your verse, your lyrical talent was evident. Now you have a smooth rhythm that emphasizes the substance on cue. So good to discover you out in the blogosphere, I shut down the magazine, yada. Finally I started a blog.
Good to see you posting your poetry. You have a fine ear. I liked the first stanza best, really smart.
Thine in Truth and Art,
C. E. Chaffin
p.s. An editor's jaded eye also wants to say watch the worn-out words like "hushed" and "dreams" unless you think you REALLY know what you're doing (a thing I don't even aspire to).
Since I first read and published your verse, your lyrical talent was evident. Now you have a smooth rhythm that emphasizes the substance on cue. So good to discover you out in the blogosphere, I shut down the magazine, yada. Finally I started a blog.
Good to see you posting your poetry. You have a fine ear. I liked the first stanza best, really smart.
Thine in Truth and Art,
C. E. Chaffin
p.s. An editor's jaded eye also wants to say watch the worn-out words like "hushed" and "dreams" unless you think you REALLY know what you're doing (a thing I don't even aspire to).
Wow! ive read quite a few of your poems on this visit. it wasn't til I heard your reading that the full sense of them coalesced. They are great!
Will be returning regularly. Thanks
Glenn.
Will be returning regularly. Thanks
Glenn.
This peom for me wasw as if it wree a muted trumpet... It come to the ear in pieces, your intent I believe, and it left one feeling as if something were missing. Not the words or structure or imagery, but that- imagery of something missing. Like the trumpet blasting away yet stuffed with so much longing and angst that it muffled its blast to perfection.
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