The Sunday Poem: If you…

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Jan 272008
 

If you…

…Push through the keys on a piano, what’s on the other side?
Not wires and hammers; not wood, but desires.
An echoing chamber of fires and lovers and lies.

…Bite through the skin of an orange, what’s on the other side?
Not citrus but summer, both light and burnt umber,
A country far distant all tart and remembered and bright.

…Look through the slits of an outlet, what’s on the other side?
Not six thousand currents pulsing reverberant,
But magic brought low, in harness instead of in sky.

…Stretch through the screens all around you, what’s on the other side?
We reach for each other through bytes and through phosphor,
Past Borges’ big library, at play in the forms we provide.

We never think shells are the essence; we crack without asking why.

  6 Responses to “The Sunday Poem: If you…”

  1. Trin says:
    January 27, 2008 at 10:54 pm

    Nice.

  2. Tiny Froglet says:
    January 28, 2008 at 8:25 am

    Well goddammit.

    More eloquent than any comment I could possibly make.

  3. Timbre of Tempests says:
    January 29, 2008 at 6:42 am

    […] 29th January, 2008. 2:00 am. If you……Push through the keys on a piano, what’s on the other side? *sighs* […]

  4. David McGraw says:
    January 29, 2008 at 1:38 pm

    Impressive!

  5. Trenton says:
    January 29, 2008 at 3:11 pm

    There’s something about a hyperlink in a poem that makes me all warm and tingly inside.

  6. len says:
    January 30, 2008 at 12:45 pm

    You don’t have to post this. I don’t want to draft on your personal blog. I thought you might enjoy it though. This is what I do when noodling in front of the TV.

    http://home.hiwaay.net/~cbullard/mp3/Cecile.mp3

    That is the production from last weekend. Two nylon string tracks and a hint of synth for ambience.

    cheers,

    len

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