Sunday, November 18, 2007
Listen: invent a new word for this
cloak of love drawn skin tight
against the hungry north wind--
against the thousand-eyed stare
of today, tonight, tomorrow...
Forge your every new phrase
as if they where cast in bronze
or purple rows of sunset clouds--
the foam edge of a rolling blue sea
in and out and in with the moon.
Words that crash on the rocks
words that sway oak trees
words that soothe our souls
words that make hearts whole
or split them like rocks shattering
in the fathomless cold desert night.
Weave your words into a blanket
and wrap them around our bodies.
Let me hear
hold these words on my tongue--
let me inside their warm embrace.
Invent a new word for the way
your lips caress me in the dark.
I'll write a holy book using only it
because there is nothing so divine
as the sounds your mouth evokes;
there is nothing so like god as the
way I feel when you look at me
before night burns into a new day.
Invent for me one new word--
because these you see on this page
are tired, dying, and without hope.
Invent for me one new word--
and the whole world will be yours;
my heart is already in your hands.
One new word and immortality
Drips of Paint has seen fit to ensure that I do yet another awards post. Not that I mind. He's a great artist in his own right. My thanks.Great writing has no formula. If it does have one, I don't know it. I kind of just spew words out like a shaken can of beer and pray that they make sense. But there are some guidelines that help...
Open your heart and see what it says to you.
Open your eyes and look for a grain of truth.
Open the floodgates and let the words have their way with you. Even if you don't have a plan, the words usually do, and they'll let you in on it if you keep throwing them out there.
In turn, I award this one to the following blogs who have ways of digging deep and writing strong works that I remember often:
Pythia3, Cave of Pythia
Cheri, Open, Remove, Swallow Dry
Enemy of the Republic, Cruel Virgin
Ann Raven, formerly of London Love Verse, now at At Home With Ann
and Oceanshaman at... Oceanshaman, of course...
I hope everyone will give these fine bloggers a shout, as they deserve it for their fine and often emotional efforts. There are more of you who deserve to be recognized, but I will keep this list at this, so as to not award everyone in blogylonia--even if a lot of you deserve it. And of course, you five may choose however many people you want to give this award to. It's all good, no matter what.
And this pic is of the Thor Nebula, named for the Norse god of thunder. I assume it's because it resembles a helmet with wings. No matter, it's a beauty. And I'll have to keep my eye open for the elusive Loki nebula. Ragnarök will happen right here on this blogspot.
Thank you for the tremendous outpouring of support for my aunt Theresa on my last post. She underwent her first surgery yesterday, but a few more are still scheduled. Other treatments will also begin soon. Each one of you totally rules in your own right. Give yourself a pat on the back, or take an extra smoke/coffee break, or have another drink at your power lunch. You deserve it.