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Soul Mosaic
morning moves like a river...a brown river in your tongue...deliver us from the sun...deliver us from the corpse and the fog...
a brown dog trails the rag picker...caveman trails the dog...and even now, I juggle on the rope...and grope among the monks...to steal into the tower of song...there lies the one you loved once...you took her soul of musk in your bare hands...and kissed...in her moans you heard the history of stones and war paintings...she was a bride of the winds…
bird of jazz
bird of screams
the third sky was seen last Monday…
I tempt you to dream...
Sisyphus prowls upon your prayer...but in this bare morning, you only remember gothic sparrows. Come, step into the painting on the wall...
the bride rides a carriage of ghosts...confide in me your lust...bird of jazz...you heard the word of the caveman...when morning moved like a painter's hand...
sand upon the sleeping dog...
man alone melts into grasshoppers
an eye pops out from the blue mosaic of the soul...the whole tree shivers....the river's mouth is a cold flute...
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the dance of the grasshopper...!"
she sprinkles musk,
the cult movie begins,
I only tempt you to dream.
[Note: “tower of song” is borrowed from Leonard Cohen.]
7 comments:
biblical strains....prayers..deliver..
romantic visions..very new juxtapositions...so much to choose from!!!!! (morning moves like a river/bride of winds/birds of screams/cold flute/)
trickling shades of grey n white...nice read.
I find myself lost in the mazes of symbolisms ...A1,too good.
"Sisyphus prowls upon your prayer...but in this bare morning, you only remember gothic sparrows. Come, step into the painting on the wall..."
This begins brilliantly, and the rest is like a dream- highlighting facets of a soul, of a life, of a different existence...
This is one of your best jazz poems!!!
ahh ive read your stuff in the statesman 8th day.
amazing stuff.
:)
jazz poetry at its best!!
guy,u rock.
ur poem reminds me of this quote
"today nothing is black,nothing is white...it's all in shades of grey"
and the symbolisms are powerful!
seems to me you have a thing for:
animals that glide
Leonard Cohen
Jazz
random-ness
touch and smell
haze.
there are alot of random visions and vibes that this poem gives out.
beautiful.
"The river's mouth is a cold flute". Brilliant.
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