Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Something, and Other Unknowns

Golden Head by Golden Head, Dante Gabriel Rossetti


We lie still but awake, horizontal
on the antique bed we bought from
that old country in The Old Continent.

The moon hangs
over the garden, its
beams roiling like electric eels
inside the sanctuary of the artificial pond.

This is a night of flickering constellations,
and raven leaves cascading
in a deep lavender sky.

This is a night of quivering willows,
weeping, while they tease
the zealous clouds.

This is a night of hands possessing
a knowledge of their own
a knowledge once thought forgotten.

This is a night of wakefulness, yes
and anxiety,
and desire.

We look around us, searching
the darkness for something
we can never find outside of us.

Something calls us,
then falters like a bird in doubt.

Something hangs in the air
as if in the aftermath of
something… someone
awaiting last rites.

Someone, someday, will try and tell us that
blood is blue so long as it is unexposed,
so long as it is inside our bodies.

That is a lie.

Blood is ever living,
ever red,
never blue. 

16 comments:

  1. wow, my friend! this is a superb poem!
    deep, symbolic, meaningful! a breathtaking sight of your insights i'd rather say.
    you already know that i am in admiration of your great talent at poetry!
    your talents shine with this one.

    big hugs my dearest Nenive. I'm so grateful for your friendship.

    xx
    betty

    p.s. a big "Thank you Again" for your love, wonderful comments, and visits that always make me feel better about life.
    appreciate you!:)

    p.s.

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    1. My dear Betty, thank you. Your words are so heart warming. I don't get around the blog world very much at all, these days. But I still try and swing by whenever I am able, and I always make it a point to stop at your place. Thank you, my dearest, and big hugs back!

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  2. Blue is my soul and my lament.
    Red is my dream.
    Unfailing Mirror, love to you.

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    1. Dearest Adriana, you are an angel. May your soul lose its blue hue (though some blue is a necessary thing) and venture slowly into the realm of brilliant. And may our mirrors never fail us. How can we ever live without them? Love back to you one hundredfold.

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  3. Coucou ma belle!
    Les nobles ont soi-disant du sang bleu. Mais je sais qu'ils mentent, et c'est toi qui a raison!
    Et ton poème est sublime, il est de couleur pourpre!

    ***
    GROS BISOUS et BELLE fin de semaine, ma belle amie****

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    1. Coucou Mildred!!! Merci merci, ma belle amie, pour tous les mots gentils. T'es adorable! Et tu sais bien que j'adore le couleur pourpre. ;-) Gros bisous, ma belle. Smacks!!!

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  4. Very good poem! and I wanted to say congratulations about Night Talk, good for you!

    Wander

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    1. Thank you, Wander. So kind of you to swing by and leave such nice thoughts... I appreciate it.

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  5. a very awesome work..keep it up!!!All the Best & gud luck..God love u

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    1. Thank you, and welcome! I hope you enjoy your visits here.

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  6. Coucou Nevine!
    Je viens te souhaiter un très bon dimanche en belle compagnie!

    ***
    Bizzzouzzzz, mon amie****

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    1. Merci, Mildred!!! Big bisous from me to you... :-)

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  7. Coucou ma belle!
    Je passe vite te souhaiter un très bon dimanche;o)
    Donne mon bonjour à ton chéri;o)

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    Gros bisous et à bientôt****

    ps: je repasserai avec un peu plus de temps pour lire tes beaux écrits dans TNL! Faut qu'on passe à table, et après on va continuer la construction d'un mur pour fermer le hangar. Re-bizzzouzzzz;o)

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    1. Coucou, ma belle amie! Merci... et oui, je lui donnerai ton bonjour. Ne t'en fait pas about TNL. Like I always say, it's not going anywhere! Bon dimanche, ma belle!!! :-)

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  8. Sometimes being still unfurls so many thoughts that are hitherto unnoticed.

    And blood is always living, throbbing and red!!!

    Joy always,
    Susan

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    1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Susan. I agree... when we sit in silence, we hear our own silent voices. Joy back to you!

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Your thoughts are deeply appreciated.