for JP
What would I write if I could write? I reach over continents and oceans into the Parthenon to find you pressing the shutter on your camera, the photograph you sent. Or ordered chaos, but this is my life. A leaf swollen with rain. Sleeping in a hammock in a barge with hundreds of others on the Amazon River in Brazil. Sun shining on metal. How sentences fold in on each other like white rose petals. Days pass endless waves in the lake. I found her, a spirit in the forest of the lake in the Canadian terrain where I fast for days. She broke the spell. Unexpectedly, in the silvery leaves of the maples standing in water. Abandon logic for metaphor. Speak in the tongues of the poet. I burn the fire on your eyelids in my soul. Those Ionic columns in the heat of your Grecian photograph. Mirrors to hide behind. My polished earrings, necklace of reflective stones, shirt sewn with tiny mirrors. See yourself seeing me. Clouds that form a grammar of understanding of the sky. The wine that sweetens your lips. The dazzle of a sunset the colour of oranges.
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Piano solo accompaniment: Roger Stéphane, 'Lointain,' from his album, Picasso, on Jamendo.
Response to Big Tent Poetry's prompt (where other entries are linked in the comments).
The recording, for some reason, took unexpected hours, and yet I feel strange including it and hope it adds to your reading of the prosepoem.
Some very good images here. I like 'sentences fold in on each other like white rose petals' and 'speak in the tongues of poetry' especially.
ReplyDeleteAnd you CAN write!!
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"see yourself seeing me" -- i love that.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary... and, well, you know how it is. We writers are always trying to write aren't we? :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Carolee...
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful images here...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images, Brenda. I like that the clouds form a grammar understanding of the sky...
ReplyDeleteWhat do you mean, if you could write? If not, then you've fooled me. :) There are some absolutely stunning images, phrases, and metaphors this. Absolutely gorgeous work.
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This is a beautiful poem, love the images you have used.
ReplyDeleteA fine presentation - you have a performer's voice and a writer's hand.
ReplyDelete"To be the wine that sweetens your lips." I love that! Don't we all want that?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cynthia...
ReplyDeleteThank you, brenda w...
Thank you, Mr Lonely, I did, and am glad you are keeping an online journal...
Thank you, Uma...
Tumblewords, I didn't think anyone listened to the recording, and am so glad you have. I'm glad you liked it. Thank you so much...
Thanks, youareuseless... yes!
What is it about hammocks? A chaise longue doesn't do what a hammock does. I just hung mine - a navy and a royal blue bordering on teal of parachute material - finally after not using it for 4 years. And I love to write in it, or draw... under the trees, in the hot Summer air...
Thanks again everyone, I appreciate your responses.
Exceptional reflections, Brenda! Very good!
ReplyDeleteExceptional reflections, Brenda. Nice poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Diane... and I did receive your first comment at WordPress and left a response... :)
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