I keep hearing that sound, loud and growing in the distance, a train.And it comes closer, scooching in, crunching down, rounding the corners, shifting gears.
But it’s not you .
It’s a ghost.
A whippoorwill.
A mockingbird, laughing.
And then you're here,
and
"You're face was priceless, a question mark floating in the air" they said,
And I'm a sudden smoke ring,
hazy butterfly in the dim lights,
wriggling ,
itching,
squirming
making circles
out of
figure eights,
and
disappearing
because I had to...
a ghost,
a whippoorwill,
a mockingbird mourning....
a yellow butterfly in the mirror....
31 comments:
eric...because you climbed the walls and found this in the attic, the basement, waiting....
and it sat forever in drafts and at first I was shocked you knew it even existed....
but then I knew
you knew
I know
you know....
Clink!
I know...
you know
and love
looking at
what you know
and feeling
each line traced
and each word
spoken
and look!
like heaven descending
from miles over nigh,
this golden butterfly
of San Marino
Senora d'La Mancha
in the mirror
loving the sight
and knowing,
knowing...
knowing
This I know
like I know gold
when I see it
Whoa, you two have some kind of sympatico thingie going here.
Lovely drawing as usual Singers...hi ERic!~
xo
Blue
Change of plans, no Detroit trip tonight. Tomorrow at six AM, instead... Wonder if i'll wake up... wonder if I'll even sleep.
This poem is so exquisitely said...
I remember all of it in a strange way... it's made of porch parties and cowboy hats and circles drawn wide around the world. You reach out to the farthest and deepest with words like these.
So glad to see you to ;)
ok, inquiring minds want to know...
:)
Very nice Singleton, you have such a provoking way to persuade me with your literature. lol :D It's nice.
Keep it up. :)
Take care.
Eric...The yellow butterfly of SanMarino....hope she tickles your nose and wakes you up in time for Detroit! Thanks for pullin' this outa me, sweet diversion from clankin' around to clinkin'!
Travel Safe today!
Blue...hey, we woulda made a pretty good garage band, huh? :)
xoxo
Orhan....Always, always, glad to see you~ And miss you when I don't!
mavin...Ah, it's so nice to see you about.....and even though I know you're takin' a little break from blogger world, you're still amblin' by, still writing every now and then. :)
peace~love my friends!
kj....to be continued.....:)
Love the art. :)
always with this sage-full blend of beauty and mystery; your art and your stories
i may not type it in the comments each and every time, but i always think this:
"thank you." -you enrich my day again
and such a natural, artistic, loving energy in how you and 313 and slb read and write, with, to, for and thanks to each other
words inspiring words inspiring words. sparking each others creative wild fires
it enriches me to read and witness this e-bloggin' magic -to feel the heat
WOW! One of your best ones! Love it!
Transference of the physical,mental, and virtual kind; great poem.
that's an intense second coming!
karma...thank you sweetie, the soometimes haunted faces in the mirror.....
she....e-bloggin' magic. Girl, I think you invented that! You with your save-the-day lucky peace and love, and the timing, oh the timing, of every word. And when I reached over the line, crossed the line, and asked....you jumped over fences face first, your brave heart a kite on a string, and went.....
peace~love 4 you huge~
spongy....TY sweetie, and you may not know it, but your clattering out a comment on a previous post, and spilling out the word Soundtrack, as the words were being formed on another page, as the story was taking place.....is kind of what shook this telling loose!
suchacoolcat....Thank you, it really started out a rambling, telling, buncha words on blue lined paper! peace~love~hellos, always hellos...
benji.....Do you think it'll come in threes.....
Ohhhh......I am soooooo confused, but I LOVE IT ALL just the same... for the feeling it gives me, even if I don't fully understand... kinda like the first time I got to watch Moulin Rouge, in between policemen & strange little kids knocking at the door.... I didn't get it in it's entirety, but loved it just the same & couldn't wait to see it again.
kinda like butterflies in the chest, just when you think of someone or sometime or something once again...
slb...I love it! I was confused over Moulin Rouge the first time too, started in the middle, went to the end, and started all over again.....
Falling in love with the confusion, the noise, the music, the dance, the lovestory unfolding, rewinding, getting snatched in the middle the whole time....
yup it's like that.....
I did travel safe,
now I'm waiting on a butterfly
to lace me with gold dust
and fairy's breath
so I can feel the world's heart beat
thumping like a thunder bass drum's enveloping pulse wrapping around my head and body until the sky is the only thing I look up to
This poem is awesome--it's incredible how strong your mind is, how beautiful. That's what I love to see--all the ways you use your words and the memories that only you know. Powerful.
The poem I wrote was the only logical response to reading it.
Great stuff, my friend. I have to go and do a ceremony rehersal and an afterwards dinner in honor of the young couple to be wed this weekend--my brother Aaron and his lady Diana. But I wish I could be here, writing on the walls.
I'm bad.
I want to color everyday, strum a guitar, banf on a drum in no rhythym but my own minds tripping stumble step through the clouds.
you know we have to meet there, soon, friend. We should put the above response scribble poem together and make it fly. I'd love to see what you would do with my meager little words
Eric....
Have fun~ Toast~Twirl~beam~smile~rock~ dance~clink~kiss~hug~enjoy...
Congrats to your Bro and his lady, have fun, my friend!
I know...
you know
and love
looking at
what you know
pink thoughts
sediment in a champagne glass
and feeling
each line traced
and each word
spoken
opalescent bubbles
rising to the top
pale
and
swimming
and then
cocktail stirrer
swirling,
thoughts
and
after dinner mints,
story books
and
plastic pink smoke rings
rising
look!
like heaven descending
from miles over nigh,
this golden butterfly
of San Marino
splashing
Senora d'La Mancha
in our toast,
in the mirror,
loving the sight...
reflection of herself
in you
and ours
and knowing,
knowing...
knowing
This I know
like I know gold
when I see it
We're pretty
in pink
and
in the morning,
at
the bottom of the
empty glass
the
champagne coquina
tells
the
story
You can kick me out from between your lines anytime you want! But I'm here scribblin' on the Friday evening walls dancin' on my own!
i love eric's line:
this i know
like i know gold
when i see it.
this i know. that simplifies life quite a bit, doesn't it?
:) Glad you like me visiting by but I'm actually off break honestly. I was only off for a week. But anyways I'll be back by later, so take care, I've got to think of my next post to write about.
kj....
just a few little words and totally profound...
which for some reason this morning reminded me of Wally Lamb's book..."I know this much is true"...
fiction so starkly true...
mavin....ah, so glad you were just on a little vacay and not boarding up the windows....I'll keep checkin' to see what little delight you've come up with!
peace~love my friends
:))
flutterbys
:)
k
karoline....
:):):):):):):)
a parade of flutterbys......
Was the face really priceless? I tried to be so cool,smooth and deliberate.. I was hoping for an open arms reception. You always do just what I don't expect.
sweet anon....
My arms were wide open, I just kept them to my side..... or crossed..... or tangled....or anything, but free.....
only butterflies
and peace
and love
are
free.....
And you, my bumbling, tripping, laughing,
cast iron peace~love catastrophe trying so hard to be cool, smooth and deliberate.....
No wonder they were mesmerized by our faces.....
"On the big screen TV".....
Never!!!!!!
I'd never kick yuo out from between my lines. Glad I found this one! I'll have to remember it.
Be well, my sweet friend. I'm around today!
eric...I know! You know! I know! And yeah, Saturdays are for soul.....
peace~love, my friend
That poem should be at the butterfly... I'll have to come back for it later.
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