You sneezed like a drunken trombone
shouting loud Creator’s name
and my heart, my poor foolish
kite-flying tambourine of a heart
thought you were singing sonnets.
So I danced. On our mattress.
Until the bed splintered
like wood for kindling Gnostic joy.
You turned emerald inside a dream
and your hair smiled across my face
like a perfumed sonata
sprinkling piano dust over the ocean.
Thus I woke and screamed, “Look!
Look! Winter at last is dead and gone!”
Naked I ran through moonfire
and broke frozen ground
that I might sow seeds of fleshy bliss
and watch them blossom tributes
to the lyrical rose of your beauty.
Naked I nibbled your thorns to their quaking core.
But what is this sweet annihilation
of all sense and sensibility
each time love flies through the door
of my heart’s mud-and-stick palace?
What is this slow blue dream of living,
and this fevered death by dreaming?
You begged me to tell you where
day hides night, and night hides you.
Are mine the lips to say dear poet?
I am just a broken-headed lion
stalking game up on passion’s rooftop,
roaring teeth at the moon that once was my mind,
exploding bones at the scent of stars weeping wine.
Aberjhani
©5/31/2005
Bright Skylark Literary Productions
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Chanti
wanted more here
enjoyed the journey anyway
excellent lines here
I am always blown away when I come to your den. Your precision with metaphor, symbolism, content and the deliverance of your work is inspiring to say the least! This stanza is beyond gorgeous:
"Naked I ran through moonfire
and broke frozen ground
that I might sow seeds of fleshy bliss
and watch them blossom tributes
to the lyrical rose of your beauty.
Naked I nibbled your thorns to their quaking core."
As is the whole work of art. You are truly a pleasure to read,
no matter what the content, which is another thing I enjoy
about your work:always different and unique!
"What is this slow blue dream of living,
and this fevered death by dreaming?"
(and)
"You begged me to tell you where
day hides night,..."
Thanks for the journey!
this is superb work..
exceptional!
vesna*
Paul;-}
God bless,
Sandie.
The only part that lost me was the last line, tried to connect the "exploding bones" with "stars weeping wine." I had a scene in my mind of the wilderness in a rainforest. My first thought was seeing you as a powerful ebony panther pacing in search for a solid commitment of love and trust. Maybe even forgiveness.
To compare, both the lion and the panther have strength beyond the human. But with Godly strength, we can conquer anything that ravages our spirits emotionally, spiritually, physically, etc. with knowledge. Again the protection and nurture of the knowledge represented by the lion.
Lions are attracted by scents; either pleasant, or threatening. So are human beings. The mud and stick palace of your heart means that love is just as real in the basic elements of the roots of the earth which support nature (trees of knowledge rooted in the mud of wisdom and experience) as it would be in the ivory and marble of the Taj Mahal. Seeds are sown in the earth by birds of paradise (you and your love); hence--no relationship however rosy is without the thorns. And sometimes the thorns pierce our lips and we bleed: "poetry."
blessin's to you Aberjani, hope your mother is faring well,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Love Tinka
GAD I love the way you write! So many outstanding lines--hard to pick one that's my fave. I'm like Ina--awestruck!!
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla. :)
When the eyes see and the flash of the mind lights up - the ideas
picture emotions - and the depicting of a poem reaches the paper...
"Up On Passion's Rooftop" is delivered to be read.
I enjoyed the reading of "Up On Passion's Rooftop".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
You are sooo good!!!
I have been silently following your work to date
but had to tell you on this one. Thanks.
Linda Luna
What a glorious wordsmith you are. I find it difficult
to comment equal to the gift you have offered here.Superb!
Alrisha