Thursday, August 03, 2006

November 21

You and I could rave on, darling
Speaking in a dichotomy of perspectives
As geese flee elemental time

We’ll discuss cosmic this and thats
Cherry or blueberry?
You wear the snow so well.

The waitress brings another tea
Just for us to drown in sophist seas
And avoid calculating polemic absolutes

Houselights dim late on this rare night
Like zeppelins dropping in a candy jar
Of flickering spectral laughs: melody

Let’s call the various penumbras of
Understanding a joy platoon. Not to minx
Ephemeral arrows shooting between looks

There are bagpipes in heaven, not quite
The down of feathers holding silent
Unanswerable questions on the sidewalk

Oh, a black skirt! It sashes so lovely
Under elephant silhouettes in the sky
With fire in the blood, walking slowly

There’s a portion of foxes in sly moods
Reserved like a vintage cabernet spilling
Through ecstatic eyes and spring comes once again

12 Comments:

Blogger Scheherazade said...

My gosh! This poem makes me gasp! It is so full-bodied with all the tasty delights of spring/summer lust and lust for life. Where to start? Every stanza is weighted with a dense gem of imagery: "as geese flee elemental time," "you wear the snow so well," drowning in sophist seas, "zeppelins dropping in a candy jar"(!!!!!)...the last is my favorite line.
And this intellectual insight that is woven throughout the poem seems so effortless. (sigh). I shall have to print this one.
I write a bit of sensual/erotic verse on another collaborative site and you have made me envious.
Bravo.
I am so glad to have discovered you (I think perhaps through comments on Cecilia's site--the clear candy daily dish that she is)!

I will visit often.
And I'm linking to you--whether you like it or not!;-)

10:35 PM  
Blogger Inkblot said...

building, lilting its way to the unwritten climax? Or let the skirt swish on for a while because elephants have long memories.

Forever foreplay.It still winter.

What happened on November 21st?

12:59 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Scheherazade - Thank you for those wonderful words. After reading your gladiola piece, I'll definitely have to find my way to your other sites.

And link away; I surely need to do the same, regardless.

inkblot - Nothing's swishing right now. In this humidity there's nothing but sticky and stickier.

6:09 PM  
Blogger Jon Cox said...

AWESOME POEM!!! Very well done!

3:04 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

One of my all-time faves of yours.
This is so rich, yet tender, wrapped in metaphor, imagery, experience, simply exqusite form and word choices... I don't know where to begin I like this so much!

"You wear the snow so well."
"Like zeppelins dropping in a candy jar"
"various penumbras of understanding a joy platoon"
"elephant silhouettes in the sky"

Yummy!!!!

11:18 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

jon - Thank you, kind sir.

**silvermOOn** - Thank you for those words. I'm glad you liked it.

And are those your eyes looking up at the silver moon and purple sky?

12:02 AM  
Blogger Prerona said...

these are the kind of thoughts, and expression, that lure people into silly traps like falling in awe. u should not let them loose on an unsuspecting reader on a dreary early evening, at the begginning of a dreary work day ...

beautiful words. i really liked. thank u for writing them and thank you for sharing them

9:35 AM  
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10:13 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

prerona - You flatter, so. Even when busy, the mind strays. Your comment is what everyone is - reaching into the subconscious to show that everyone reaches into some depths.

2:18 AM  
Blogger Free Spirit said...

Your words takes me to a fantasy land where everything is possible.

12:26 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

Yes those are my eyes, but the camera didn't catch the green well.

2:05 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

free spirit - You have to give me a map... or a chauffer.

**silvermOOn** - Green eyes in the Emerald Isle. Fitting.

6:38 PM  

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