Monday, September 21, 2015

Morning Glory




If you get real quiet, you'll hear it
there is always someone singing

as sure as someone
just breathed their last note,
just wailed their first,
is suffering the riff of a broken-heart,
lost in the ledger lines

I am keeping time under a palm tree in Miami,
by the way the dapple of sun that leaks between frond fingers
moves like spilt paint across my stretched legs

Ain't no one awake, 'cept service workers,
skimming pools, refilling ice coolers behind wood board bars
for shaving later, wiping last night's tears off the loungers

Ants build whole cities, one nugget of dirt
at a time

Ten stories up, only a corner of a small cotton sleep shift
peeks beyond perspective's angle / but she is getting it
in some hybrid Spanish / cryin' like the first bird
to catch the morning's affection

I don't speak the language well enough,
but know the tune / an old spiritual penned by a psalmist
back when Jesus was mo' hip to pipe organs than guitar riffs /
and she's getting it / on

A lizard pauses on a trunk & cocks a head / the ice scoops cease
to scrape the next load / even the salty ocean breeze stops
stirring the trees to dance in the sacred moment,
a door shushes as it slides---

"Hey! SOME OF US ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP!"

echoes off coconuts unfallen & between buildings
packed with tourists and all their I been here t-shirts /
& she's gone

the dapple has brightened to a flare,
a great rumble of bodies & bedsheets / plans made to keep,
the ding of elevators / ants

nip at the edge of my legs /
they build whole cities, one nugget of dirt
at a time,
                      another couple hundred years,
                                                           maybe,
                                                               we'll see.



19 comments:

  1. I am keeping time under a palm tree in Miami,
    by the way the dapple of sun that leaks between frond fingers
    moves like spilt paint across my stretched legs

    And I love how at the end you say the dapple has brightened to a flare,

    The first lines brought me back to the projects where I grew up though I understand music in the non literal sense, music in the sounds of life as well, there was always music playing, there was always a beat, I was always singing (terribly). I mean everyone had their radios going, it was the 80s as well so that may have something to do with it. I have never been to Miami (Florida yes) but you painted such a colorful scene that I should have packed before reading (and changed out of my sweatpants lol)

    mindlovemisery

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  2. You took me right into this scene and back to busy city mornings from years back. I especially love "cryin' like the first bird to catch the morning's affection." I love the voice in this poem so much.

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  3. I watched this movie as I read the words. Every little detail just where it should be. The world waking up... I loved the 'sacred moment' perfectly expressed for when time and the world stops briefly, just seconds. Freeze frame! We see those same tourists here too. They do get around don't they.
    Ants have always fascinated me. Especially the littlest ones. I don't like the big ones much 'cos they bite. True they do build whole cities. In fact I think that Johannesburg is prob built on top of one. I read about a laboratory study where a whole room was taken up by an ant city. They are very organised, like us humans. Also they have been known to keep pets, think it was a roach or beetle. I know I have said and thought that you have written my fave poem, but you always outdo yourself and this is one of them. Thanks for posting it for us and do not disappear again, please.

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  4. so many images that simply draw us in...nice analogy of the ants...

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  5. Ha. Now that is a big IF, for me. :)

    These are my faves:

    "Ten stories up, only a corner of a small cotton sleep shift
    peeks beyond perspective's angle / but she is getting it
    in some hybrid Spanish" ... Very creative.

    "p.s. almist"

    "back when Jesus was mo' hip to pipe" ... Hee hee. I couldn't help it. ;)

    "and she's getting it / on" ... LOVE this! I really like what you do with your backslashes, creating pauses but also drawing out extra meanings.

    "A lizard pauses on a trunk & cocks a head / the ice scoops cease
    to scrape the next load ... a door shushes as it slides" ... Man, you crack me up.

    "echoes off coconuts unfallen" ... LOL

    "elevators" ... Very clever, what you did here. People who rise. Physically. Existentially. Spiritually. And their dinging aunts. :) With maybe a tinge of dinge in there. (That's backformation from "dingy"; no derogatory intentions, of course.)

    The phrase "elevator saints" is hiding in there as well.

    This is really gorgeous:
    "I am keeping time under a palm tree in Miami,
    by the way the dapple of sun that leaks between frond fingers
    moves like spilt paint across my stretched legs"

    "they build whole cities, one nugget of dirt
    at a time,
    another couple hundred y/ears,
    may/be,
    we'll see"

    Ha ha ha! Ambitious! :)

    So weaving together the title and the opening and closing, I get "mourning / glory." It's a cycle; we just have to ebb and flow. It takes wading through the mourning to get back to the glory. Like with ants. How many times are their mountains destroyed? But what do they immediately do? They start scurrying around to rebuild. Humans have to do the same thing when what they've worked for is trashed. They can either sit around and mope about it, just giving up. Or they can put on their thinking caps and gloves, and get to work ... maybe not rebuilding exactly the same thing, but hopefully something even better ... and maybe stronger. Really, the more pain you suffer through, especially in relationship, the more potential there is to go deeper and deeper in the way you connect and create. As far as the mid-section goes, there's music, beauty, art at the heart. And sex. Always the sex. Spirituality. But that Cubano beat runs throughout, connecting everything. Man, there's not much sexier than Cuban dancing.

    Yeah. Throw out the ledgers and broken hearts, and just dance. What did Fred say today? Something about keeping the play in play. Don't pretend you're playing; really play. Keep the spirit and vibe of getting down on the floor and having fun. I am increasingly feeling like life should be fun. Not so serious and emotional all the time. We all really need to work hard and play hard while we can, because not a day (or a limb, phantom or otherwise) is guaranteed. Game on. Don't you think?

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  6. You definitely take us right to the site here--I can hear the sea if not (for sure) the song, but your own song, and the nip of the ants--you are able to move in and out of the scene and your own mind very fluidly--the dapple of the palm trees' shadows on your fingers is especially vivid, and the person shouting out about sleep! Thanks, X. k.

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  7. First IS DARK
    THEN IS LiGht..
    Movement as Dance
    Sound
    as SonG..
    and then 'GOD'
    saYs
    GaME ON..

    in a small.. yet
    large and unique
    Alley Cat voice..;)

    Somewhere along the
    line some human forgets
    to play..
    as a result
    we have
    huge cultures..
    religions..
    and
    in
    general
    sidewalks
    and straight lines all the way across a page of life afraid to go up or down..

    i mean seriously
    WTF..

    I FEEL SERIOUSLY..
    4FuN..
    i pLay
    FTW..

    Doesn't anyone even
    hear
    GOD
    anymore..

    See God anymore..

    can NOT ANYone see
    that human
    is GOD's
    playtHinG...
    dAM..
    jUST DO IT
    BABY
    PLAY
    WitH
    IT..;)
    Be like an Ice Princess..
    be the Queen don't be
    Frozen
    let it
    ALL GO
    FLOW
    PLAY
    WITH
    GOD
    IN EACH
    OTHER TOO
    AND THE REST
    OF NATURE GOD2..:)

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  8. So many vivid images, a great write.

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  9. This made me think of days too hot to do anything but read and listen to grasshoppers, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and love. Someday, ants will rule the world. :)

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  10. All of my friends left for somewhere but they forgot to send me the souvenir T shirt so i could pretend I had been there too. It's cool though, the singing here is always from sirens with a dog chorus back up.

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  11. the slow awakening of a city by the sea... ice creams and palm fronds... all's well, 'cept for the SOME OF US ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP...

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  12. how many sleepless night have you had X to come up with this gem. A promise made from ants....if they can create a city within the city silently, maybe I'll get a house

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  13. There is something so special about a city just before it fully wakes.. sometimes that could be the best part of the day.. that's when you see how ants will take over finally..

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  14. The best time for me is the morning and you have painted a morning filled with activities in building up the city like the ants ~ I specially admire this part:

    I am keeping time under a palm tree in Miami,
    by the way the dapple of sun that leaks between frond fingers
    moves like spilt paint across my stretched legs

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  15. You took my breath away with these lines:

    A lizard pauses on a trunk & cocks a head / the ice scoops cease
    to scrape the next load / even the salty ocean breeze stops
    stirring the trees to dance in the sacred moment,
    a door shushes as it slides---

    You have delivered something so magnificent, cunning, and the cities and building are perfect way to start the day.

    Love it! so much my friend X.


    P.S Got a new poem posted on my page, you'll really love this poem I did. It's sci-fi to a whole new extreme of things. :)

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  16. I felt as though I were there in that early morning quiet broken only buy song. There is a peacefulness at that time of day that cannot be equaled. You've captured it here.

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  17. Came back for another read. Still wonderful.

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  18. Cat Stevens on vacation. Living in the moment and what a life that is.

    I have poem envy. I hope one day when I grow up, I can write like you.

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  19. It is indeed difficult to control food cravings but for health anything can be done.

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