Monday, July 8, 2013

Temple

Overflow, Andrew Wyeth


Hold tight to me now, for
You remain you, My Heart.

And I? I remain unchanged.

The arc of the flesh glows emerald.
The surging breath pumps amber.

For you, My Heart, I sing
A song entwined in healing.
But, then… what song isn’t
A search for a cure?

I grasp for images, dressing them
With my humid fingerprints.
I sweep my gaze across the bare window.
Where am I? What do I want?

This Here is mine.
I fill my mouth with the nurture of it.

In a distant Here,
A woman waits, watching the clock.
Which do you prefer? She says.
The past, or the future?

I want to ask,
Don’t I have another choice?

Ancient prayers still harbor powers.

Carry me across the river.

I open the doors to you,
My Temple.

I breathe my prayers for
Earth. Air. Sky.

Carry me…

What will I do once I've received?

14 comments:

adriana said...

Every song is a search for a cure, in deed.
Heal, dear Healer.

Nevine Sultan said...

How many thank you's can I say to you, Adriana? :-)

adriana said...

One day you may write one line for me..... or are all your lines already for me? from me? in me? about me? They are with me.

Jai Joshi said...

"Ancient prayers still harbor powers" - so beautiful. And true.

You remain you, Nevine. J'adore.

Jai

Unknown said...

...Nevine, sono versi di straordinaria bellezza musicale, ritmo e pieni di lirismo, dove ogni domanda è posta con dolce delicatezza e le risposte sono dentro ognuno di noi, dentro alla sensibilità che ci diversifica uno dall'altro...abbraccio e bacio...felice week end:-)

Nevine Sultan said...

Wow! Your words are such a bridge of connection. Or maybe my words were a bridge, too. Either way... or both ways... it is connection, and that is what matters. Thank you for being who you are, Adriana. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. :-)

Nevine Sultan said...

Thank you, Jai. You caught my favorite line from this poem that I wrote I don't quite know how. Maybe it wrote itself. But... that was my favorite line. And... it sent shivers down my spine as it rolled out of me...

Nevine Sultan said...

Grazie, Sergio! Sei molto gentile... come sempre! Ti ringrazio per le parole bellissime... e... abbracci e baci! :-)

S. Susan Deborah said...

Just imagining one's heart as an entity out of the self and reading this poem. The heart is at once within and without - So much beauty you paint with words, dear Nevine and coming here is always a joy.

Joy always,
Susan

Man Named Kim said...

I grasp for images, dressing them
With my humid fingerprints.
I sweep my gaze across the bare window.
Where am I? What do I want?

This Here is mine.
I fill my mouth with the nurture of iI grasp for images, dressing them
With my humid fingerprints.
I sweep my gaze across the bare window.
Where am I? What do I want?

This Here is mine.
I fill my mouth with the nurture of it.I grasp for images, dressing them
With my humid fingerprints.
I sweep my gaze across the bare window.
Where am I? What do I want?

This Here is mine.
I fill my mouth with the nurture of it.

WOW! Once again, I am undone by your words. Thank you for submitting to your Muse and creating out loud so we can be in it.

Nevine Sultan said...

Thank you, Susan. Your words are so precious to me. Having you here is my joy. Again, thank you, and joy back to you!

Nevine Sultan said...

Kim, I always appreciate your very generous words and thoughts. I know you have a sharp understanding of the written word. You are, after all, a poet. My very warmest gratitude to you.

Betty Manousos said...

i love this poem!

"...in a distant here!" how incredibly beautiful contrast!
i am always amazed at how beautifully you express your deepest emotions. and the emotions of the words fill every single one of your poems with deep meaning. love how rhythmical is your writing.

thank you for touching me with your words.

be well, my dearest!

big hugs~

Nevine Sultan said...

Thank you, Betty. I so appreciate your kindness and beautiful comments. Hugs to you! :-)