On the Ebb
Of a course and so it matters
and now so sorely so
that lost in shreds and ghostly tatters
disjointed ideas
ebb and flow of colors prime
Limping forward, pulling free
towing me along
a question, hard, once heard howling
screaming out
its same unanswered song
A darkness piercing brightly
in fullest emptiness
here, take this
what is left 'me
I did not seek its kiss
Through eyes ripped wide
and wrinkled shut
through purpose lost
a tuneless rut
In timbre, hue and what I feel
though ringing true
yet far from real
As all those
timeless
faceless
moist and empty dreams
I recognize in everything
the goal of all my schemes
Escape away 'til sunrise sets
reality's great weight
upon my neck
And opens up the gallows' door
falling away
the scrawl of Love's face
fallen away
Not yet
arise
get up
meat needs turning
bread is on the rise
the wine is fit to drink
Another sun and moon
have their stories to tell
their song still left to sing
and now so sorely so
that lost in shreds and ghostly tatters
disjointed ideas
ebb and flow of colors prime
Limping forward, pulling free
towing me along
a question, hard, once heard howling
screaming out
its same unanswered song
A darkness piercing brightly
in fullest emptiness
here, take this
what is left 'me
I did not seek its kiss
Through eyes ripped wide
and wrinkled shut
through purpose lost
a tuneless rut
In timbre, hue and what I feel
though ringing true
yet far from real
As all those
timeless
faceless
moist and empty dreams
I recognize in everything
the goal of all my schemes
Escape away 'til sunrise sets
reality's great weight
upon my neck
And opens up the gallows' door
falling away
the scrawl of Love's face
fallen away
Not yet
arise
get up
meat needs turning
bread is on the rise
the wine is fit to drink
Another sun and moon
have their stories to tell
their song still left to sing
Love the way you write poetry!
ReplyDeleteI just had the surreal experience of translating a song form Hebrew to English, with the help of The JohnnyB, without him understanding the Hebrew song. He was amazingly helpful, though, and I now appreciate the huge difference between prose and poetry when it comes to a foreign language. While I am not too bad in writing prose in English, I honestly don't see how I can ever write a poem in that language. I envy you.
On the other hand, you cannot write poetry in Hebrew, so I guess we are even :-)
Checking in big chief. Hope the tribe does well. Dont boot my ass for going off topic. My knowledge of poetry stops with Alan Ginsburgh (sp) and Gregory Corso...still like what you wrote!
ReplyDeleteGlad you got your JohnnyB, Nava. And and an artist's eye in any language, I would wager. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Steve. And the tribe's up 2 - 0 them damn Yankees. w00T!
MB, how 'bout those bugs last night! Probably sure does wonders for people who've always thought Cleveland's not all that glamorous!!
ReplyDeleteLOL.
Yah, no doubt! d'oh! ;-}
ReplyDeleteBeen a lazier boiee than usual or I'd've posted on it already.
I LOVE October!!! :)))
Yeah, me too! Even though I don't want the weekend to end too quickly - I can't WAIT for tomorrow night!
ReplyDeletew00t!!!
ReplyDeleteWish I could go, eh. Hope Westbrook shuts 'em out!!!!!!!!
That's one helluva poem, damn. Very fine. You've been a writin' kind of guy these last few months. Good for the head and the heart.
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