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Click hereThis poem was posted in response to a kind note from Rybka - which appeared in my mailbox as 'feedback' on January 12, 2006
Blessings upon you, Rybka
060111 – 2125 STONES (major edit)
By Carl Edgar Law © 2006 060111
I found you in a field of raisins and we
danced there for a time
laughing
turning into wine
together
I found you in a well and we
climbed out together, you
lithe and strong
helping me up
out of one well until I
fell into another, I
found you, tripped you, fettered you but
your fetters just melted and you floated you
just floated
not above it all, not above at all at all just
in your big balloon I
found you
in a light that
blinded me, tho' I
DID see you for moments I
found you running free and tried
to catch you but you
laughed at my presumption
were later seen on the roadway
skipping with a small dog I
found you
curled by the fire quiescent, I
clamoured for action im-
patient with Occam's
ambiguities, and when
you chased me through a field of poppies
my demons found me first
knew me by name
you were alarmed but
not frightened not
alone you were
light as a feather, free
as the hawk that hovers and spins
all to its heart
moments unfold
skating on a wire it was not a chore to find you
just imbalancing I was
wary
though I did catch you once
or twice
or thrice
framed in
30FPS moving ways I
found you lovely, found you
always beyond
II
When we tumbled in
Autumn leaves
your skirt flew up and showed your knees I
pondered for a season then
ran away
When we dived into the snow as
would-be paratroops your
cheeks glowed pink and you
laughed, laughed
at the full moon just above laughed
laughed and laughed when we
flung ourselves on the bed to
test and slay it we
lost skin-hunger, found
warmth with night-sweats and murmurs, warmth
at mere toe caress, warmth as
two fingers touched, warmth
and murmurs, warmth
and kisses, warmth, when I
filmed your face
limned in candlelight
the lens
fell into a quiet field of poppies we
found each other as bookmarks
caught twixt myriad pages they
appeared randomly, they
marked the reading of our journey, marked us
"You worry too much," she said and I did, I did
but not always, not
always. Sometimes
was but a small caring thing a
small caring
III
I was hollow and
let a hollow man come
into the void, into the void he
alarmed me, but it was not him, not
him at all
not at all
it were as though some treacle
growing on the carpet
faltered me and you
seemed to, seemed
to disappear for a moment, for a moment
to leave me, you
seemed to disappear for a moment as
things disappear when clouds
gather in eyes
heavy with rain I
saw you through love
darkly
not mindful not
mindful that you glimmered and
could be seen, could be
seen by your third eye, could
be seen by others but not
by the unaware, not
by the hardening heart, by the
atherosclerosis
of dreams and magic when
dreams
had no faith when
magic was ill-used
IV
When we skipped
laughing on crazy paving I
tripped, I
tripped while you
merely floated above the waves, merely
floated, you were
not there to
pick me up, not there
to pick me up you
thought I would float with you, you
thought
V
emotional attachments
fall to the maudlin, love is
the slow ease of nothingness, the
slow ease of all, the slow ease of the beating pulse the
slow ease
of quiet memory the
slow ease of not speaking, the
slow ease of seeing the slow ease of
nothingness and light, the
slow ease of the awakening heart
the slow ease of
perfect stillness, love has
no cravings it
lives within the perfect light it
sleeps
quiescent and needless it
sleeps in perfect stillness, does not
need to DO THINGS to
BE THINGS it
does not need, love is
and will be, it
vibrates tunefully
as a simple etude, it
mellows the hunting wolf, gives
pause when I
saw love coming I
ran up a tree and a bear caught me
under its paw, a bear
can you imagine
how I cried out for help, can you
imagine
a bear of all things, of
all things catching me, catching me
up a tree
under its paw, I
should have loved it
VI
Simple dreams
fall to the light one awakes
refreshed, re-freshed and ready
ready unto the day, just the
day and no more
one step at a time
second by second
letting go, letting the light
have its way
perfuse
letting in the light and no more
one lumen at a time
simple dreams
VII
Lovers have simple dreams, simple -
lacking attachment they
live in the stillness, lovers
do not say, do not tell, do
not
it is known and remains
as it is, is
what it is no less, no
less nor more
than what it is, just
is - AGENDAS
are for clipboards, they
do not bend do not
suckle to the wind they
lack the plasticity of instinct lack
all that is necessary
to be unnecessary
less to need and more to love and
what is left
but the sweet
vibrations
mindless and empty of agendae
VIII
Here
in the twilight of my life I
feel you, feel you
while not knowing, not
knowing, not
knowing how you feel when an icicle
dangles from your toque as though
you had entered a cathedral
of stalagtites, here
in the twilight of my life the more
I want the less, the
less I find you, the more
I need the less, a
legion of possibilities
Is only an army of stones
-30- (5:40pm, Wednesday, January 11, 2006) (major edit at 21:25)
(some additional edits, January 12, 2006, 1555)
there is much beauty to be found in stones.
'nuff said
my email is: gyrefire2000@hotmail.com
"an army of stones" returns 142 hits on google. I don't know how many of them occured in the past decade.
Fly
let's take a look at VIII
starting with:
"in the twilight of my life" -shopworn, but forgivable
and ending with
"Is only an army of stones" - the MFA cliche of the last decade.
Stones must be significate, it is also the title. It has tight interplay with:cathedral and stalagtites in VIII, strong with IV, none that I can see with VII. At II it is strong at the beginning, but derails itself at: "found each other as bookmarks"
Occam's ambiguities - this I find strange
clamoured for action im-
patient with Occam's - this break excellent Q. why not the razor?
Much good here, it has been already covered.
For once, here is a poem on Literotica that overcomes its weaknesses to become very readable and praiseworthy. This composition does have structural and technical flaws, but in its totality it overwhelms such minor distractions, a rare occurrence on a free poetry site, particularly this one.
This poem by JCSTREET is as good, if not better than any other submission I have ever read on this site. It certainly starts 2006 off strongly with a "poem of the year" that will be hard to top.
Thank you, JCSTREET, for a poem worth reading to the end, a rare occurrence on Literotica.