"Can you make these up on the fly?" asked Em.
"I can," said Trev.
"Show me."
Translated from the original Hynerian.
I remember the first night
and the cottage was warm
as yellow and orange
I woke with a candle
casting its glow
and for the longest time
watched
just watched
you breathe
The blanket
alive
moving up
moving down
a gentle valley
with a pause
that pause in the catch
as the pause before light
becomes solid
Life is in that pause
the pause in the sweet valley
as the pause before the cloud
becomes rain
as the pause before a smile
begets a smile
as the pause when a dandelion
waves goodbye
as the pause of a child's step
onto the bus
as the pause of lovers
before the first kiss
as the pause of bow
upon the string
as the pause of diver
on the cliff
and when I see you in the night
I hold your pause in the glass of my eye
in the tom of my heart
in the vapor of my soul
right before
I tickle you awake
"Beautiful, just beautiful," said Em. "You hear that sound?"
"Sounds like we're docking."
"Yes, baby, we are. And we will."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just shut up and dock me."
12 comments:
Hi Tr'ee...I am sorry I have been remiss on reading again. I will catch up hopefully tomorrow.
I did want to tell you I have an Award for you at my blog.
Hugs,
Kimmie
Dear Tree,
Merry (belated) Christmas
&
Happy (in advance) New Year!!
=D
Saffy, same to you my friend. :-)
Kimmie, on my way. :-)
"a delicious waves goodbye"
- another perfect image, Tree !
Thanks Annie. :-)
Firstly, lest I forget, the image is stupendous, to see it is to feel like a part of it, stretched, bursting and about to be shot through a rainbow to the stars above.
Secondly, :-) and :-) and :-) again. And between the smiles, without your descriptive talents, it is as though one floats between them, not intrusively, but like an airborne particle, mellow, unfurling in the glow, basking. Bless her heart for her use of on the fly. And for dock me which I vow here and now that somehow, some way I shall arrive in a situation where the use of this would be apt. Even if it means eventually resorting to spend my life going port to port in search of sailors. (:-D made myself giggle)
Love it! Love the beginning, love the end. As for the meat and potatoes so to speak, the poem itself, I love this too. :)
Certain phrases are evocative, in themselves, before their present designated use is voiced, before they are defined and continued, they conjure images, associations, I remember the first night does this, before one reads on and is treated to the riches within, this very first phrase immediately enfolds one into a sense of intimacy, warmth, and by the next line that mellowing, drifting sensation described above is ripening. warm as yellow and orange is..spent a good 10 minutes trying to think of just how to express how utterly delightful this is and literary ambrosia is what I came up with. The fruit straight from the tree, pure, fresh, perfect.
I am reminded of the sentiments of 'The Dash', of awareness, of gleaning what is meaningful, a thousand words I could write, approaching as seems to be the extent of my capability, when Life is in that pause is as definitive as words could hope to be. The ocean - will there ever be a more used metaphor - followed by alluringly lapping waves, whole in part. Consummate samples. So beautifully written.
and when I see you in the night
I hold your pause in the glass of my eye
in the tom of my heart
in the vapor of my soul For every reason is this loveable.
Sweetest, see you in port. I've got something you can dock. :-D
You do make me smile from seven to seventy. :-)
Caught you at Greg Lefever's blog. His opinion of you is high and mine of him is high (he was my neighbor for years, and you should have seen what he did for that old house) and later what he did for mine after I sold it to him.
How I Make It Work
I shall fall into
The gap between now and now,
The pause in the pause.
This is how I make it work.
This is what I do these days.
When I come back - look!
Here's an entire green poem
Fresh from the white light.
**
Thanks for the idea.
Christopher, what a wonderful comment to find blooming in the garden of my blog. Always nice to see a new face. Tell Greg I owe him one. :-D
The pause here is very significant... just as a gap between two thoughts...
I am reminded of T. S. Eliots Hollow Men
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Beautiful poem Mona. Been a long time since I've read Eliot. Thanks for sharing. :-)
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