Friday, September 21, 2007

Chapter Seven: Herstory




She tells you her story,
beyond the bounty
of sun-bleached pages:
the words are warm
the heart is hot,
blood and gasoline
or burning martinis
gulfstream sunrise
fires glowing

so she begins...
chapter seven,
the one chapter
unbroken
unchained
unclaimed
unnamed...

unfinished...

the number says it all;
if you're very, very lucky
she'll lend you the other
six little digits
and the rest will be
history; herstory—

Unfolding a page at a time
no broken bones
no chicken shit,
only eyes to see the sunrise
and the purple sky change
to blue...matching her eyes
word for word
for gleam and hue
and it's not an illusion
or a cheap collection
of pawn shop lines
collecting dust—

It's chapter seven;
her lips say it all.

50 comments:

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

I rarely understand all the hidden meanings in your poems, Eric.

They tumble along like a child playing in long grass - sometimes hard for me to follow, but infectiously exuberant nonetheless

Justgivemepeace said...

"Unfolding a page at a time
no broken bones
no chicken ......."

and there it is,
unwrapped
Chapter 7....

and the pages keep blowing in the wind,
telling the untold in perfect out of order...

Beautiful!

karma lennon said...

"the heart is hot"-I like that line the most. I'm a slave to passion.

Crashdummie said...

That, my friend, was a powerful pic... and a powerful poem to match the strength.

"so she begins...
chapter seven,
the one chapter
unbroken
unchained
unclaimed
unnamed...

unfinished..."


I'm getting goosebumps.. for real! love it!

Have a wonderful weekend.

cheers mate! :)

edyta said...

hello eric,
i'm sorry, i've been rudely away, i know. i still dont have internet access & i dont write anything as i am sick but i have to move on :S

anywho, when i was rteading this poem for some reason i thought : the perfect background music would be the Unforgiven both one or two by metallica. beats me why.

'unbroken
unchained
unclaimed
unnamed'

... unforgiven? :D maybe thats why? :)

Maithri said...

Passionate intense writing,

Love it!

The pics fantastic too,

Maithri

Blancodeviosa said...

so she begins...
chapter seven,
the one chapter
unbroken
unchained
unclaimed
unnamed...

unfinished...


This is exactly where my imaginary book ends.

Nah, really again a very fine piece eric. please do me a favor and keep submitting. You are a rare flower in this sea of weeds.



Ha! your word verification is faithy.
maybe it's a sign ;)

benjibopper said...

chapter seven is always better than chapter five
but three is a magic number

ivan@creativewiting.ca said...

This is wonderful.

Reminds me of the late James Dickie.

But yours is a poem with a dickie.

Rockabye sweet baby James.

Ivan

Trevor Record said...

I got a bit of a Leonard Cohen vibe. But I don't think I've ever read any James Dickie.

eric1313 said...

Ultra Toast

Thanks. I get a bit wordy at times, a sign I should narrow things down and unify.

But I do love them, all the same. And glad you see the ideas enough to know that it's not leading to nowhere... just somewhere different.

eric1313 said...

Justgivemepeace

I could not have said it better myself... no matter what. Glad to see you float by, friend.

Peace~Love


Karma
Well, I must confess that I too am in the thrall of that most holy of feelings. Thanks.

eric1313 said...

Crashy

Thanks. I love the pics that I find, too. This one was from skychasers.com.

The poem needed a blast of magic to accompany it. It's all about love--going from written on pages to reality. And you found the perfect set of lines that encapsulate that idea.

Cheers, mate. To love falling from the skay and bonking us on the head, right when we need it most...

eric1313 said...

Edyta

Makes perfect sense to me. Unforgiven, until at last we find a reason to let go and sing...

Hope you feel better. I'm sorry to hear that you are ill. I'll send some good wishes your way.

Peace out.


Maithri
You got it. Weather it makes sense or not, the passion has to be there and visible to the eyes of others.

Peace to you too.

eric1313 said...

Blancodeviosa

That is a sign!

I'll go get some envelopes right now. I've got a million stamps to use--like four sheets of the old Year of the Monkey stamps, and some four cent stamps to complete the transaction.

Your poem was excellent, too.

Later on, Blanco. Keep taking the dreams by the broken wings and make them fly.

Benjibopper

Seven's holy, three is magic and so is nine. Five is a mddleground, better than six, I think...

I'll have to check up on that numerology stuff and see for myself. It's tough to remember all the different meanings and symbolisms... I'm a better poet than I am a gypsy.

eric1313 said...

Ivan

Glad to be Dickie-ish than wholey a dick.

I'll have to check up on that guy and see what you mean. Glad you drop by, Ivan. You always make me think.


Trevor

Cohen? That's good. I'm on the right track, at least. I'm not overly familiar with the Dickiemiester, myself, but I have a huge anthology that will probably shed some light.


Thanks, everyone. I'll see you all at your respective places.

Peace out.

singleton said...

And this was one of
the many prophetic ones....
that was the clinker!
in real time......

eric1313 said...

Singleton

In real time...

Glad to receive your clink. I had almost forgotten about this stuff when I hopped by.

How many poems are lying around over there? So many treasures, so many lines and threads...

Glad to see you--mermaid or butterfly. Friends. That's what they are to me!

Princess Pointful said...

I love the first verse and how well all the heat images blend together.
I think I would very much like to meet the inspiration behind this!

JR's Thumbprints said...

For some reason, I'd rather not read your poem with dueling banjos in the background. Why? Unlike those banjos, your poem flows along like a fresh idea unhindered by doubt and innocent enough to be comfortable with.

skinnylittleblonde said...

Eric...I remember the first time I read this and the second & now... it left me breathless & contemplative(and still does) about so many different things...love, money, time, escaping all of it & finding all of it. As always...pure & beautiful words.

I have a book on the magic of gifts and I thought you'd be interested in what the gift of 'seven' represents. It represents eternal life, individuality, inner & spiritual life, light & wisdom, as well as contemplation.

It's also talks about the power of seven in the real world...7 days in a week, the 7 planets,7 colors of the rainbow counting white, 7 plaques, churches etc in the O.T., the 7 branches of the Jewish menorah & it goes on & on & on & on.

Very powerful & spiritual number, as is your poem.

ps-I don't hear any music playing here? Should I?

Inside our hands, outside our hearts said...

Eric, this is so beautiful, I do not know what to say. It has all the fetures of love written in it and even the sadness written in a secret language. Its tuly humbling and makes me feel small.


Tara

Bla said...

I like it too.

Maithri said...

What i love about your poetry my friend is that with each reading there is more to be gleaned. More sensual wisdom, more passion, more light.

When all previous chapters are encapsulated in the present chapter - isnt that the mindful experience of now.

And even more than that, Isnt that the very purpose of love - to bring us into that timeless dimension - the eternal moment.

Thank you for your words rendered so beautifully on this site,

With love, Maithri

singleton said...

eric....How many lines and threads? the halls, the ceilings, the doors are wallpapered...and around every corner, new words, good words, into the deep water words....I plundered through the boxes this morning, remembering that this one was preceded by another....and found it....
Still Dreaming (Butterfly Moon 2)...Eric 1313
"I am undone"....
Just as beautiful, and from the pages of the same book.....

Peace~love my friend

MyUtopia said...

I really like this part: burning martinis
gulfstream sunrise
fires glowing

Oceanshaman said...

Reading this makes me want to meet her . . . that interesting and tantalizing her that lies somewhere in my future . . . yet I think I need to do a little work on me before I'm ready for that meeting . . . your poem, however, gives rise to the longing . . .

For chapter 7 . . .

Lynn@ZelleBlog said...

Well, there are some who do see a correlation between numbers and that eternal "her" although I am not sure that this is where you were going. I hope everyone, including oceanshaman, meet their partners in some kind of way!

I thought "she" in this case was not a woman, necessarily, but the breakthrough to maturity that is on one hand, a rite of passage for a man or consummation.

On the other, the maturity of the poet. The poet knows that at a certain point, he must leave his "parents". He must speak for himself.

Eric I don't think my approach to poetry and feedback fits in here, sometimes!

drips of paint said...

hi Eric,

thanks for a glimpse of her story ..... I am beginning to read with sensation, your 1st paragrapgh put me right there.

Cazzie!!! said...

How DO you do it? Capture the poet reader, making us think abstractly and then, then, the punch lines..always a winner Eric.
BTW, thanks for the comment on Dromkeen. I am so happy that literacy reaches the World from a little lovely place like that. So, it could very well be said that Literacy, like music, is the Universal language? I think so.

eric1313 said...

Inside Our Hands, Outside Our Hearts

Do not feel small. You understand the language perfectly. It is secret and unique to each of us, and yet the overall scope is universal.

Let us keep humbling each other with verse forever. Your writng is as good as this. Just write everyday. It will flow.

Take care


Bla

Thanks and welcome to the seat of improper thought. I am your host, Star-Eyed Fisher of Souls.

eric1313 said...

Maithri

That reading and further revelation is the most I could ever hope to have in my writing. Thank you for being open hearted enough to read it over and over again.

"The eternal moment..." Now that's one heck of a line, my friend.

Keep coming by, Maithri, you are always welcome.


Singleton

The inspiration has reached a fever pitch. I thank you, my friend for allowing me to paint the walls, for looking with me at the meanings and words and wondering with me at the limits of creation shattered and scattered to the winds.

You're a great friend to have, Singleton. Peace and love be with you as always.

eric1313 said...

Myutopia

Can't disagree with you there. The sunrising on water is the most beautiful affects we can witness.


Oceanshaman

Your on the most correct path possible. Knowing and bettering thyself is tantamount to loving thyself, which is a pre-req for finding a true love, and not a selfish love.

When the seventh chapter begins, you'll know.


Lynn

Like I said, your insights add to the interpretation, so I find you most valueable. Your comments always put a spin on things that make me re-engage my work in a crucial light.

And for that I thank you.

Such as now--you show that this is more than love of another, but self understanding, readiness to accept love. The pages turning metaphor is something I liked, a story advancing. Maybe I could do a series of poems to lead up to this one, a different theme for each, and over all arc to all of them.

Glad as always to see your words here.

eric1313 said...

Drips of Paint

Glad to know that you find the words inspiring and evocative of sensation. And glad to know I pull folks in from the begining. Thanks for your input, Drips.

Peace out.


Cazzie!!!

That is a universal language, literature, music, numbers.

Just watched the movie "Contact" the other night, so I feel the vibe of your comment most clearly.

Yes, Australian children's lit made it all the way here. It was quite a blast from my past to read your post about the Dromkeen mansion, and it's preserved wonders. Thank you, Cazzie!!!

Peace and Love to all!

Enemy of the Republic said...

Eric, I am NOT FLIRTING, but poetry like this makes me think that a woman loved by you is indeed blessed.

eric1313 said...

Princess Pointful

Oops, didn't mean to get out of order!

The heat is a bit cliche' to speak of passion, but I look for ways to deepen it as much as I can, to make it my own.

You'll meet them... one day you will.

Lynn@ZelleBlog said...

Thanks, Eric. I do read your words carefully but don't speak about things like "technique". Unless asked to.

"Heat" is a metaphor often used with regard to passion, but in an animal-primal kind of way.

I have not been reading your work as long as many others here but in my opinion, some of the lines are your strongest. In here.

I think you should continue in the "layered" direction.

Just sayin'!

Broken bones and chicken shit kind of make it better for me.

About the fitting in bit:
I get that many like the romantic, beautiful images. But for whatever reason, bones and chickenshit are more my speed. I guess I mean that different things hit me. And sometimes they are gross!

:)

eric1313 said...

JR

Ahhh... Deliverence. Thanks for the compliment--I think!

If I flow better than some chicken picked banjo strings, then that's a good thing.

Thanks for the comment about innocence. May it never be destroyed, only tempered.

eric1313 said...

Skinny

I remember writing it and revising it so many times. When I posted it, I didn't need to change a thing, but I did play with the lines and stanzas a bit.

Thanks for all the info on 7. I feel connected with it, the seven other real planets, seven days of the week, seven sins and virtues.

Thank you for your words and I'll see you and you sister soon.

eric1313 said...

Enemy of the Republic

No flirting taken by your comment, Enemy.

Believe it or not, I always used to meet women who couldn't care less about lit, or poetics or guys with emotions on their sleave. So, like the dogged romantic I am, I've foraged on by myself.

Some people do appreciate it. I won't change, either way. Lately, my luck has been better. It's nice to see the world change for me--for a change.

Thank you, Enemy. Glad to hear something nice like that.
(And it wasn't flirting, either.)

eric1313 said...

Lynn

That contrast helps to set it apart from the rest, I feel, the broken bones and chickenshit--That's a reference to my own fragile, bleeding heart, I'd have to say. So it had to go in there for a reason, other than a contrast.

You haven't missed much. I haven't been blogging very long.

Did you mean the lines in my poem, or some of what I said in here, as in , in the comments section? I've often noticed I do my best work in a comments box. I write most of my first drafts that way.

Anyway, thanks for the comments, Lynn. Glad you like to drop by, your input is very valuable.

Gillian @ Indigo Blue said...

I detect a bit of sacred geometry in your words Eric...as they spiral downward into the core of their meaning.
Very cool.
xo
Blue

eric1313 said...

Gillian

A sacred Geometry... thank you for that. I like the idea of a symetrical narrowing down of the ideas. Glad you dropped by, Gillian Blue. Take care.

peace out

Maithri said...

Hi Eric,

Wanted to offer you this:
http://soaringimpulse.blogspot.com/2007/09/sharing-light.html

and this

http://bp1.blogger.com/_6Q0dJUaCE-E/Rh-txUf3HgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VmWnlZ3Y_Ig/s1600/%2BThinking%2BBlogger%2BAward.jpg

Peace and light, M

ann said...

fascinating... your writing
is so creative and imaginative;
I have to read it over
and over
and over

btw...do you have a fascination
with the number seven?

eric1313 said...

Ann

Thanks for your kind compliments and observations.

I'm fascinated by all kinds of numbers, when they add up logically, or when the fall coincidentaly into strange or familiar patterns.

Seven has a fascinating numerology to it, one that means so much for everyone. Almost all cultures came up with the seven day week on their own. Now that's a crazy coincidence, if you ask me.

I spoke a lot about it up top--several others asked me about it, or discussed it themselves.

Thank you for your visit. Always glad to see you.

Peace and Love

Maithri said...

Eric the link to the award jpg is in the comment a couple above this one,

Light and love, M

eric1313 said...

I'm sorry I missed it! I meant to go to it, but must have been distracted.

Oh yes--I just looked at the time of my comment. That was a late night!

Sorry to have skipped over you, my friend. Your blessing is recieved and I will put it up on my next post. I promise!

Peace!

ChickyBabe said...

This is just lovely. I like the way it floats and takes the reader with it.

eric1313 said...

Chickybabe

Thanks! I try to float, like a butterfly...

Sometimes sting like a bee...

Sometimes I get stung!

Glad to see you here. Talk to you soon.

Peace out