cello
February 16, 2009 at 6:11 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 16 CommentsTags: glyph, poetry, writing
Winter’s debris,
vitreous, stark,
in limpid pools
reflecting mercy’s eyes.
The time for grief is over
and the time for death arrived.
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I am loving your magic whistling…
“Reflecting mercy’s eyes”…Ayyy!
Comment by hayat— February 16, 2009 #
I love this developing style, Paul. Fascinating!
Comment by Brad— February 16, 2009 #
This is quite evocative. Is it a response to a particular piece of cello music?
No, Jim, I don’t really know classical music that well. It’s more just the timbre.
Comment by Jim Murdoch— February 16, 2009 #
Most of the cello pieces I know sound like this. An ominous kind of joy.
Comment by Selma— February 16, 2009 #
(((((you)))))
Comment by beeskiffle— February 16, 2009 #
ripe i mean right on
Comment by tipota— February 17, 2009 #
That was VERY melancholic…
It kind of accelerated in it’s brooding qualities.
Comment by crushedsghost— February 17, 2009 #
funny instead of seeing winter i kept seeing writer…
am so obsessed with this island job…
Comment by art predator— February 17, 2009 #
ripe like fruit dropping and seeds burrowing i meant, it is very moving
Comment by tipota— February 17, 2009 #
I echo Brad’s sentiments. You saw me playing with a different style today. You’re to thank for pushing me new places.
RE: The Puzzle Box. Last night I read pg. 81, An Insufferable Selfindulgencesness.
“Squires!”
yes ma’am,
“Stop staring out that window, you are supposed to be learning.”
So you. Loved it.
Comment by poeticgrin— February 17, 2009 #
There is some scrambling here of words and meaning that makes for an immediate lightening bolt into the subsconscious. There are the terms usually referring to eyes/pools/vitreous and then time/grief/death but reversed and mercy linking both themes and the whole tiny poems goes in circles and circles like a stark rippling wintry pool. It’s haunting, to be read over and over, echoing for me the way I need to read and re-read Wallace Stevens.
Comment by The Querulous Squirrel— February 17, 2009 #
Beautifully sad and poignant. Tres powerful.
Comment by harmonie22— February 17, 2009 #
Ooooh. I love it, Paul. I like when the mourning is over and now it’s time to make a stand (one way or the other). Although the mourning is never really over; we just tire of it.
Comment by medicatedlady— February 19, 2009 #
the first tree lines are beyond comment. Another amazing one Paul…
Comment by Annamari— February 20, 2009 #
A spectacular statement of the dissolution that new growth requires. Come Spring!
Comment by Wayne— February 23, 2009 #
full of surrender.
beautifully developed and delivered~
it surely rendered me………….
Comment by acousticrhythm— March 4, 2009 #