Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Jasmine Field Dream


Inhaling the quality of transience
From earth to fiction sweet dalliance
While in sleep a soft, long dream
Of you and you and crimson steam
In jasmine fields sweet feet trod
And arms and arms and you your bod
Four wax candles long and drawn
Silhouetting windows evaporating dawn
I spoke in whispers clear and strange
Proud and moved your eyes did change
The rumpled sky dared not sigh
Oh breathless stars the moon did cry

Orange, October, it and you
Above the air an instant too –
Streams of laughter shrouding light
Through a bright flame of flying night
Suddenly one syllable broke on through
Time immortal nowhere new –
Pouring wonderful hours: distant tea
Thundering heavens moving swiftly
Words incomprehensible a ghost so fair
And you and you sugar floating air

The day began to break. A cup fell.
How not to shake brilliant night’s spell?
Bodies move and questions sound
Petals flutter unconsciously to ground
How timelessness lends its teasing hand
How the light glints your hair, every strand
Eternal holiness of dumb, mad eyelash
Where a sparrow and the horizon clash
And the lines of houses, the backdrop white
Stillness yet and the symmetry of delight
The witchery of a dream, the sky falls apart
Thistles whispering I woke with a start
Stretching an arm and fingers long
Leaves shrilling breezy in a song
My agony made the blueberries quiver
A ghost, she was there, in rippling river
I clambered for sleep to no avail
Her flowers in glamorous white did sail
Into eternal boughs of dream sublime
Shattering exquisite twilight of mind.

36 Comments:

Blogger jerry said...

Pretty, pretty neat!

4:38 AM  
Blogger Prerona said...

what a spell you weave ...

9:51 PM  
Blogger ozymandiaz said...

Autumn is the ghost
struggling to keep hold
of the living summer
it's story being told
with icy breath
and hues of red and gold

eh
you word it so much more elequant...

8:29 AM  
Blogger Inkblot said...

unflinchingly unabashedly romantic- almost unadulterated, barring the streak of pain shattering the rhythm -and then rebuilding it again- with wanted tumult.

Very complete in a sense.

11:28 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

jerry - Thanks for visiting!

prerona - I wish I was a wizard.

ozymandiaz - I like that. Fading ever so in magnificent colored longing.

inkblot - I suppose it is unabashedly romantic. I always feel divided over such things.

8:54 PM  
Blogger Echo said...

Try it aloud in a whisper.
It sounds great.
thanks

1:39 AM  
Blogger bismuth said...

what a dream!

2:16 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

echo - Oh, I did. Unfortunately, I don't produce much gravitas for myself.

Thanks for visiting!

bismuth - Thanks! I do regret leaving the sordid parts out. ;)

10:48 PM  
Blogger bismuth said...

email me the sordid parts. it'll be our little secret. =)

4:03 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

bismuth - Hahahaha! Be careful what you ask for! :)

1:24 PM  
Blogger bismuth said...

so, where's that email? (said with one brow arched high, sly smile,one hand holding the stem of a wine glass, slightly tipped, the other flicking a cigarette on the ashtray).

12:41 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

bismuth - You obviously haven't checked your inbox lately, dear.(said with one elbow on the bar, slightly smiling/slightly stoic, the other hand cradling the snifter, warming the cognac).

3:59 AM  
Blogger bismuth said...

i have, my dear. so? (said after a sip of that wine- hint of peaches lingering on the palate; now a trail of nicotine-filled smoke dances towards the ceiling- seen from the next table like a pillar careening to one side.)

4:40 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Strangers don't share thoughts that tawdry, but they do dance. (said after a puff of smoke blown into the shape of an evening (thinking all the while, "of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine."), as he advances slowly and asks for a dance.)

8:33 PM  
Blogger bismuth said...

only to reggae music, she says laughing, throwing a glance at the non-existent dance floor. but two quick heartbeats later adds, "say something nice. lines from a poem maybe. then ask me again."

9:59 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Reggae music? Listen here, see. Sam's playing the piano, see. He's playing one for old times' sake. Just for us. There is no dance floor! Not an obvious one, anyway.

And I don't know any poems. :)

10:37 PM  
Blogger {illyria} said...

i love haphazard detailing, especially in poetry.

"Orange, October, it and you"

can you be of a different hue?
three and four, one and two
fingers five, on one hand; but twice, alive.

see? haphazard.

10:37 PM  
Blogger bismuth said...

games. people play sometimes. not to trick anyone into anything but to prolong a moment. because, maybe, next time it won't be the same.

illyria, orange? you? orange?

12:04 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Here's looking at you, {illyria}.

I love that sort of pell nell detailing, too. Jazz and roll with it.

bismuth - Moments. Stimulating moments.

who orange? {illyria}, orange? You, orange?

12:49 AM  
Blogger {illyria} said...

i hate orange. shush, sister mine.

1:44 AM  
Blogger bismuth said...

orange. you were the one who brought it up. by the way Ô¿Ô, you should have seen {illyria} last night. the black top thingie she wore was sexy. you were pretty accurate. talk about stimulating moments. here's one for you: and not wanting to wait for his second invitation (which may never come), she adjusts the straps on her shoes, leaves the bar. and halfway to the piano, she casts him a glance and beckons with a slight tilting of her head. she waits.

2:12 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

{illyria} was flashing a pretty shoulder? Foxy.

As for moments: He meets her glance and smiling, he walks over to Sam, pats him on the shoulder and stuffs a bill into the cup. Catches up with her and hopes wherever they decide to go shoes won't be necessary.

8:19 PM  
Blogger bismuth said...

and her eyes follow him from the bar to the piano man. she starts humming(We could bring in the morning girl,If you want to go that far, And if tomorrow find us together,Right here the way we are
Would you mind, Sharing the night together...) and sways, plays with her necklace, the other hand stretched out to recieve his hand.

6:57 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

He hears the rain petering outside and imagines the mist as impossible (something about the way she plays with her necklace and holds out her hand makes his blood curdle, but he doesn't show it. Maybe he'll tell her about it later), as he takes her hand and they leave.

*No peeking, as the curtain closes and naked toes wiggle underneath*

3:09 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

"the witchery of a dream"?

large it up!

and is this a private party or can anyone join in?

you have some fabulous females here Ô¿Ô. ii recognise the gorgeous bismuth by her thumb and, even though she is wearing a new dress, i would recognise the lovely shoulders of transience any where!!!

6:53 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

This is most definitely free love, cj.

Fabulous females, indeed. By all accounts, bismuth's fingers and {illyria}'s shoulders have been on the town turning heads all week.

11:31 PM  
Blogger bismuth said...

oh my. give me a beer!

6:40 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

yum!This is one of my faves.
I'm a sucker for the word "quiver"
"the witchery of a dream"
(my internet word name game is a pun on the word witch...from a song....)

10:33 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

bismuth - Hey, that's my line! ;)

**silvermOOn** - Thankie. And you are going to share your other handle... riiight?

11:10 PM  
Blogger {illyria} said...

sometimes i feel like the parties here in this little box are so much better.

5:40 AM  
Blogger bismuth said...

two can share. (wink)

8:09 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

{illyria} - Box parties! That sounds so limiting. Though you may be on to something.

bismuth - Very, very true.

10:06 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

I hope your fishing trip is one to remember...
Upon second read of this incredible poem, I think of a certain blogger (not me)...
Plus, this comment thread of engaging female flirtations (not me, of course), is most entertaining and creative!

Someday, I may blog about that handle, but I rather like my anonymity here in blogland.
However, you are quite astute and familiar with music so I'm sure you could guess...

3:41 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

I'm commenting before reading the comment thread, which is my style-
For many reasons, I thought of a female blogger who used to go by "transience" as I read this...

Absolutely beautiful writing. I may have commented before on this piece because I sure know I read it
because you used my favorite q word "quiver" and in a unique way.
This is so clear, like crystal, I see the scene and imagine the emotions.

2:12 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

WEll, this must be one of my favorites of yours since I looked up after submitting my last comment and saw my others.

Maybe you'll glean a clue about my that name handle if you come browse in my photo albums on this site...

2:14 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

gel - I'm flattered by your kind words.

You thought of the girl formerly known as transience as you read this? The word "transience" does appear in the poem. That may be the association.

As for your nom du jeu, I'll be darned if it's not a reference to an Eagles song. Guessing the pun is beyond my powers, however. And I'll definitely make it over to your photo albums. Sooner than soon I hope.

10:56 PM  

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