They, the manifest dreams which crumble
onward into cups and saucers
made of orange peel and goodnights
laced with goodbyes and the squeal
of doors slamming
you come this way
draw me a picture
the embraces of liquid notes
trailing chiaroscuro light.
They, pull together in nebulous drops
given by grandmothers the world over
who still understand
the tearing of Art's borders
across different lands which say
"for some reason
if you were to be somebody else
in this portrait
you would still be my blood
like every other
every poison given."
Is this a blessing?
Is this light
or the neon I afford myself?
Bill, this was my subconscious reply. I know I'm usually terrible at deciphering your poems, but hey, just my response that I had to give... in regards to the collab I talked to you about the other day.
Does this fit the bill, Bill?
P.S. After second thoughts, I'm not too impressed about my third strophe. I think the first two strophes would work by themselves without the rest loading it down. I'm not sure. What do you think? I personally think it goes on a bit too much, and doesn't complement the brevity of your piece. Perhaps... the first two lines of the third strophe as an ending couplet? Seems to be a good finish, end on the right 'note' etc. I don't know.
Dang! i hath burned the hashbrowns in the time it took me to look up all these words (after spending a good portion of my afternoon looking for a decent etymology for the word 'surrender'). No matter, there's always more hashbrowns.
Dark....and beautiful. Yeah. Beautiful is one thing, but to end on a sour note? Booooooooooooo!!! (look who's talking). At the core of this poem is a very relevant subject....What is beautiful? What is an appropriate subject for art? Can the ugly be beautiful....if beautifully rendered? Perhaps when an actress puts on a 'fat suit' for a role. But then, that is really more artifice than art. Heck, even the telling of poor Leda being raped by a swan is beautiful when handled with the hands of a Michelangelo or a Yeats.
But i see your point. Conversely, could the beautiful be made to seem ugly? Or how about this idea! Why not render the beautiful....as beautifully as possible?
Hmmmmmmm.......(that's a thought). It sort of makes me wonder what you were looking at when you wrote this. A Dali with cataracts....nice.
Okay, i can't resist. Here i go with that bird poem again.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those
that tell of saddest thought.