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If man is dust

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Wednesday, 11 June 2008

Songs of the Snow




Songs of the Snow



- for D.



1.

I offer you now
my soul in a blue suitcase,

not every woman needs a poet in life.

2.

your eyes had the infinite innocence
of a snow leopard’s eyes

your soul took the shape of a knife
and rid the earth
of a terrible curse of geometry

you were always the reward
that ugly heroes
found in heaven.


3.

I found you,
as chocolate finds
the skull on marijuana

I found you,
as the piano finds the fingers it shall love.


4.

As you sleep,
I shall recreate a tale of jazz and Persia
in your hair and ear,

I shall
remember a delicate dream
of cats in lust,
on a beach of living guitars,

I shall plant upon your eyes
a tree with blue fruits
and branches of phosphor,
as you sleep.

What shall I not?

5.

snow in the north,
the wizard in his fortress,

you were the prophesy made by tea leaves.



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15 comments:

woods said...

sir mr. poet, cn u pls xplain to me dese lines
'I found you,
as chocolate finds
the skull on marijuana'

Inam said...

Well, for that you need to take a sufficient dose of marijuana, not too large not too small, just sufficient, and then have chocolate. You will know what I mean. Or maybe, you just need to be in love.

woods said...

ok thanks!

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Unknown said...

it is awesome...this is maybe the the one that i loved for the first time...r u going through phases? I mean a Step to the Temple?

First time felt Inam can also describe such civilian thoughts so honestly....

Good work...I think u shud continue with this pattern--Abstract yet Absorbing!

Anoo. said...

'..not every woman needs a poet in life.'

a winner, this one.

Yet, everybody needs someone who can read between the lines and then read the lined eyes. And one wishes for the right touch, just like the black and white keys of the piano waits for some feverish fingertips. I have no words for this poem... it hit right where it aimed to.

Danny said...

"Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination..."

beautiful work Inam...
'D' sure is one blessed person.

Anonymous said...

Praise d poet and blessed is d muse.
BTW Inam, Lou has written two good love-poems recently...have you read them?

silas said...

cant help but swoon again! beautiful!

Anonymous said...

There are parts of this poem that I so dearly love, and other parts where the visual imagery is seemingly affected.

But then . . . chocolate and marijuana perhaps explains that! Me personal opinion: love doesn't quite have the same effect on a lover!

I am missing the point:

Lovely poem, but I liked the next one (You Ruled Egypt with Your Song) even better. I don't quite understand its name, however!

Anonymous said...

hahaha...poor 'D'

St. Vintage said...

I've never quite been a lover of poetry.
In fact, am almost always prosaic. Drab.
With the maximum justice I can do to these lines, I say that the third verse is brilliant. Very picturesque.

Rye.. said...

a delicate dream
of cats in lust,
on a beach of living guitars...

[olive]My lines....the fav ones...

An Extraordinary Life said...

so delicate .. so sensuos.. lucky 'D'..

and yes i do beleive pianos find the fingers they love.. just as we find the right amount of cheese after cannabis (and you chocolate?)

just as we hope to find the poet... in life!

The Mad Girl said...

I like this poem! really.it's opulent!