For the Love of Word
In the house, the room reeks of Camphor,
the walls are copper. Theatrical to a degree
but not fully, not in the true essence
of the theater, its complete exaggeration,
scenes recreated and dramatized.
There is a poet I am reading--
he is fighting Jupiter, playing a Gypsy’s Cello,
strumming symphonies in allegro--
uninhibited, possessed
Demons are a state of mind
he quotes. I believe him.
We all have our moments--
light and dark, the forever parable
pressed into a page
to later become a rotted rose
marking the time we once lived.
And on this, we build futures,
drink sour wine and recite Rimbaud.
The rich embrace us for our expressionism,
the beauty of nakedness;
smoke plumes rise from our feet
to cleanse their skeletons--
they think us gods.
Love, loss, existence:
the devil dressed in black tie,
limbs and mouth flaring,
innards worn as sequins to dress
up some whore’s poem
whose life breeds realization.
Somehow it all leads to deliverance.
© Maria Lupinacci 2005
From the author's chapbook After Dinner Mints
Love your book ya know!
We all have our moments--
light and dark, the forever parable
pressed into a page
to later become a rotted rose
marking the time we once lived.
is reminiscent of that old prom corsage jammed between the pages of that giant Webster's dictionary. I really felt it. For some, writing is an outlet; for others, therapy. Some even view it as work. This passage provides the image of all these. Most heinously awesome!
Paul;-}
" ... Love, loss, existence:
the devil dressed in black tie,
limbs and mouth flaring,
innards worn as sequins to dress
up some whore’s poem
whose life breeds realization.
Somehow it all leads to deliverance."
For the love of words indeed! So powerful and deep! Well penned, Maria!
God bless,
Sandie.
up some whore's poem
whose life breeds realization.
Somehow it all leads to deliverance.”
Painfully beautiful. Is being a poet an act of selling your soul? So you have the pennies for the Ferryman? We (poets) reflect so much of the world back at it. That sooner or later there will come a dawning of understanding. Or am I once again misguided by my naivety?
As always, I am enamoured and entranced by your words.
A golden page of poetic magnificence to enrich
the pages of Poetry... "For the Love of Word" glows.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
You got my senses going with the first stanza
then my mind with the second onto emotions in the third
I love the smoke plumes line. I know it is not about this but I sort
of got the image of sage and the qualities it portrays
Then the last stanza is perfection
I was floored when I read this. It is an amazing piece of work. Filled with ripe contradiction and vivid imagery, I dare say, this is one of your very best.
Peace,
B
Felix
Superb Lady!!
Love Tinka
Eileen
For Love Of His Accord-Is For Love Of Satan_
Somehow (Anyhow) It Leads To (Your) Deliverance...
Excellent write!
TRASK
Has a Romanticism feel about it
Peter