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Rhapsody of the Neutral Ground Girl
21:41 Apr 28 2008
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Like the daguerreotype eyes of a child across time

She does not weep when she speaks.

Framed by a doorway of Basin Street,

She haunts the red-light memory

And hushed whispers of old men

Who play saxophone blues in the heat,

Shirtsleeves clinging to their skin.

With a New Orleans voice of pottery shards,

She does not weep when she speaks,

Dancing with cobwebs in her hair

From a doorway of Basin Street,

Clinging there

Like lace on a fine lady’s coat

Or Spanish moss set to sway

On a mad old oak that stands alone.

She wears ballet shoes on her hands

And hums a rusty rhyme,

Keeping time

With the pleading saxophone notes

That moan and weep when they speak

Into the corners of porches

And the sepia-eyes of a woman who dreams

When she dances with ballet shoes on her hands,

Haunting a doorway of Basin Street

And the whispery fears of men in shirtsleeves,

Sweating in the mad heat of a New Orleans beat.

COMMENTS

imagesinwords
21:55 Apr 28 2008

Yeah you right! That even smells like pralines and gumbo. And it feels humid, and perfect.

STABB666
22:33 Apr 28 2008

I absolutely love it. It comes to me as a song. It's wonderful.

I'll read this one over and over again, and again.

captainglobehead
00:15 Apr 29 2008

What very little I know of New Orleans I have learned from your words, through your senses.

Beautiful; beautiful and compelling.

meeper
04:58 Apr 29 2008

Beautiful sensory evocations.

Irony
14:59 Apr 29 2008

I love that first line, very beautiful:)

Vespers
16:26 Apr 29 2008

Wonderfully written - like some else said, feels like a song, could be a song very easily. I love the way the words sort of chase one another, in a musical succesion - almost like a drum beat.

Beautiful.

Joli
20:15 Apr 29 2008

I don't know if you will ever know how dear to me your feedback is. Thank you for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts with me. I'm a rich woman to have such readers and encouraging sentiments :)

Angelus
13:56 May 01 2008

"absolutely-bloody-fantastic!"

"What Dreams May Come"
16:46 Apr 16 2008
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On my hands and knees, I am a new creature,

A creature of this earth, born of the soil

That stains my hands and streaks my face.

My hair is jeweled by the nod of a young oak

And the West Wind whose fingers nimbly braid

Falling leaves into the tangled tresses

That fan out behind me while I press holes

Into the ground and fill them with promises.

I love the feel of smoothing the soil

Back across each new bed, brushing the earth

With the palm of my hand, like the fur

Of the sun-warmed dog who lies at my feet

Even now, sniffing the turned dirt. My good boy.

On my hands and knees, I am an ancient creature,

Called to love this earth, to ready her soil

For the beds of all who will sleep within her womb

A while, dreaming the promises she will keep

In the world which belongs still to tomorrow.

COMMENTS

birra
17:48 Apr 16 2008

You have one lucky garden... ;)

Sinora
18:13 Apr 16 2008

Lovely.

Ockham
20:10 Apr 16 2008

Good to see you're enjoying your gardening :D

captainglobehead
20:17 Apr 16 2008

Very few people could make working the earth seem to be such a spiritual experience.

Would you notice?
07:09 Apr 10 2008
Times Read: 1,630

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The world has grown up around me

And I have lost myself in it.

The harder places have been pulled away

And devoured.

What is forever when the body aches

And the mind seeks oblivion?

Oh, but each song the wind sings

Is sweeter than the last.

I die piece by piece across the years

That I wear more deeply each day.

I am the blossom that teases your eye.

I am the shade that comforts your fevered soul.

I am the twig beneath your boot.

I am the dark soil of your rest.

Seek me. Love me. Spit upon me. Know me.

I know you. Be one with me.

We will be many and the wind will sing to us

When the world is pulled away

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