As/Is

9.27.2006

You! Mean Nervous Bell.

The day is almost raining,
words you spoke,
nudged and produced, as a bell
storing memories of melody
in its hull. Water spreads wet

speech as friends I hear at midnight
awaiting leaden and tremulous
to pronounce the eighth morning hour

struck by before love stopped.

Untold memories left unpolished in
the night our eye-gleamed sea houred
the morning beam to toll!

My heart, a clapper of stones dangling
to discover or devise supple alternative
thwacks

guard your approach and give life's purpose
the risk to breath again the chime we learnt
not to heed.

Pay attention
use my legs to walk in reason which makes
silence tender in another room.

An authoritative antonym fills with invisible
specifics
weighted meaning and so much more legacy
he deforms the meaning-stone

void.

~

Pardon his varnished memory
feathering each hour long
his offer to urge you consider
silence in sorrow
heartache on-page

sing his hour within
welcome the quiet belief

a potential heartache we once shared
the year a reel in my chest
arrived.

Swear a need to iron the din of sadism
smooth and protect the ring of hearts
singing its hum for each
hour within beloved
knowing one.

Be in the darkness of belfry night my
love.

posted by Coirí Filíochta on Wednesday, September 27, 2006

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I'm really glad to see this! Thanks.

# posted by  Sheila Murphy on 10:39 AM

 

wow, what a great day for me to come here

Sheila, Harry, Andrew and Scalljah are absolutely four of my greatest sources of inspiration

no wonder i dont write enough...im always reading :)


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# posted by  Robert on 11:32 AM

 

An interesting and ambitious utterance Scalljah,
reminding a little bit of some approaches to emotion explored by Rilke -- though pulled here thru the postmod skewer, one might say.
A phrase that has me puzzling is "to iron the din of sadism"; but the verb seems to suggest "to smooth out." The word sadism pulls dinny dissonances in its wake, no doubt, and rather ironizes (or hazards doing so) the overall tone. (I'm not quite a fan of this phrase; but then, it's not my poem.) Whether "to iron" can be to smoothe through irony, could seem a curious question. (Does irony smoothe, or wrinkle? If the latter, is this a case of irony being ironic?) The trail of repurposed words is an interesting / tricky one, certainly. It calls for close reading.

# posted by  david raphael israel on 6:08 AM

 

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