Saturday, October 6, 2007

Red Wine, Green River, Shadowbox Royalé

Red Wine, Green River
you spilt her poet's soul,
sticking pages stained
some red, and some blue;
radiant shadowbox royale.

Red Wine, Green River,
take her to your shore
and she'll still float--
in spite and inspiteful
of your wicked undertow.

Red Wine, Green River
don't you ever let us drown,
tomorrow's a dream date,
yesterday a nighmarescape
and this moment
is priceless beyond these
weakest of all words
ever assembled--
waiting to rise
like holy legend born again,
one storm-clouded day.

Red Wine, Green River
eyes look beyond the deep;
some play in the dark
some play it for keeps;
and some for the
small hours of harmony
and radiance,
for a shadowbox royale,
for red waters to run pure.

30 comments:

singleton said...

"and some for the
small hours of harmony
and radiance,
for a shadowbox royale,
for red waters to run pure"

and thats all I ever wanted to play for....

this is absolutely beautiful....

eric1313 said...

Singleton

Thank you! Lots! We wrote and wrote and wrote, and the walls are filled with scribblings, and now I saw what I did then and know the right answer to how I should put these ideas down in their best, sweetest form.

clink! peace out!

singleton said...

the walls were wet cement....
and you had to write,
to carve it all in stick grafitti,
gray words in concrete...and now they're free...rock on, my friend, and write...blue ink on lined paper...paper airplanes....

clinkin! and yes, always, peace...

Anonymous said...

Tangled poetry ...I can imagine the ropes of the boat tangled with words ..I loved it

Nasra

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

I can almost hear Ben Jonson, William Shakespeare and Francis Bacon, yelling in unison,
"Forsooth! Pen me a sonnet."

But then all those forms have been done.

Cazzie!!! said...

I so agree with singleton, just magical yet again Eric :)

Crashdummie said...

”Red Wine, Green River
don't you ever let us drown,
tomorrow's a dream date,
yesterday a nighmarescape
and this moment
is priceless beyond these
weakest of all words
ever assembled--
waiting to rise
like holy legend born again,
one storm-clouded day.”


That just takes my breath away – I love the way your poems are full of contradictions. They bring darkness & light to a harmony, without them losing their power. Lovely!

Cheers mate!

edyta said...

Damn!
I wish i had the net on my lap top. I would have read it yesterday whilst drinking red wine. This is just delicious.

eric1313 said...

Singleton

Clinkin' still!

Fridays are for parties and dancing

Saturdays are for soul.

and Sundays are for the heck of everything
before Monday slips in
like a skulking troll.

eric1313 said...

Nasra

Thank you so much, from one writer to another.

I'll see you, I'm sure!

eric1313 said...

Ivan

I could only hope
to hear those voices
at my own funeral,

some unborn day,
a long
and hearty time from now

i hope...

eric1313 said...

Cazzie!!!

Well thank you and I'm glad you love reading my work.

You'll never be let down.

peace out, friend!



Crashy

It's all good that you read here, too, my friend.

It's a lot of mixed metaphors at times, but I mix them really good so that they aren't entirely too glaring, and go down smooth like a perfect whiskey sour. Or something else smooth like that.

After all, it takes radiance and darkness to make shadows. The contradictions often suggest themselves. Glad you brought that up. See you soon, too, mate!
Cheers.

eric1313 said...

Edyta

And you too, Edy! Glad you like reading this stuff. I hope everything's been good for you and you can get back to writing soon. You run with ideas well, and it will rock when you get back.

peace out and try to have a heck of a lot of fun in London on a Sunday, friend!

JR's Thumbprints said...

... the Green River Killer would surely like this poem.

eric1313 said...

JR

oops. Damn. I'll have to pretend I didn't hear that, and keep pretending the name's not ripped off CCR's song by the same title.

...so what your saying is this ia a killer love poem? All right! Not what I was going for, but somtimes, I guess the destination will be a mystery until; it is arrived at.

Maithri said...

Eric,

This is definitely a killer poem! ;) Once again my friend.

As you say so eloquently its that mix of darkness and radiance which creates shadows.

I find myself always watching for the play of light in your verses, Its mesmerising.

What a gift you have my friend,

Maithri

eric1313 said...

Maithri

I'm glad you appreciate my work. All of it's a tribute to good friends who have helped me to write this well. The light and shade... that's what I have to play with, words and their negative and positive meanings.

Take care. And I hope your Monday morning is a great one.

captain corky said...

"tomorrow's a dream date,
yesterday a nighmarescape"

I love these lines the best. Great job on coming up with another gream peom man.

mystic rose said...

beautiful!!
It does flow like a river - of life, shadows and light.
and this line this moment is priceless.. its only the present we have isnt it? the moment in our hands.

karma lennon said...

Love the photo and I love the line "this moment is priceless". Thanks for the reminder, I somehow keep forgetting!

Danny Tagalog said...

Hi Eric, very enjoyable - those small hours of harmony and radiance I do desire...

Hermitaged Dan

Blancodeviosa said...

eyes look beyond the deep;
some play in the dark
some play it for keeps;



Yes...,yes they do.
Eyes, the windows to our souls. Be it black or white as snow, our eyes always show.

eric1313 said...

Captain Corky

I didn't go into to sound like a poetry slammer, but sometimes it ends up that way. I liked the way it sounded, too. It's all good.


Karma

Every second you can spen basking in love, you should do it, revel in it and drink it all up. It may be gone so soon, the only thing left will be the tears and memories.

eric1313 said...

Mystic Rose

Thank you for reading my stuff, Mistic.

When we remember to be that way, yes, as well as when we can afford to live that way. The greater part of life takes a lot of planning sometimes, and we have to stick to them. But as much as we can, we should embrace life by doing and learning excellence in the things that we love to do.

Writing, music, orratory, theater, all of the arts, etc... We should use these moments wisely, since we won't always have them!

eric1313 said...

Danny

Glad to see you here, no matter. If my words can be a small part of refuge from the grind, that's a good thing. Peace out.

eric1313 said...

Blancodeviosa

That's exactly it. Like magic, they can hide everything one second, or can expose it all the next. Eyes make friends and betray us. They are our light in the dark hallways of being, but some stay in the night, shadows the only thing they will evr hold.

Princess Pointful said...

"take her to your shore
and she'll still float--
in spite and inspiteful
of your wicked undertow."

Is there any better expression of resilience than that?

eric1313 said...

Princess

I don't think there is a better way to express that.

I took a bit of time to fashion this poem out all the way, and that expression was one of my favorites.

Thanks for being such a loyal reader, Princess. You and all the other folks like you are why I love doing this.

Manic Street Preacher said...

I dunno why, but this peace reminds me of that X-files episode where all the ghosts came alive after Scully n mulder leave the grave.

and i like it.

:)

\m/

eric1313 said...

Manic Street Preacher

I loved that episode! I didn't think about it when I wrote this, but it kinda does have that vibe.

I liked the way it turned out.

Thanks for the visit.

I'll catch you later, too.