| Author | Message | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 188 Registered: 12-2004 |
for jim zola look at this this petri dish. here are stem cells replicated as heart cells. look. the heart cells are beating. the cells do not know the difference. they think they are hearts. look at this soap dish. soap lying in bubbles left over from the last time. no germicide here. soap is as soap does. think of it like this: without germs who would need soap. look at this road. a road that once led to the town of rocky mount. see? here is how the road ends now. in weeds. see this interstate it thinks it leads to greensboro and burlington but it ends upside down two dead one critical. look at this woman i love concerned that i will not love her body. see her courage. see? here she has given me photos of the body too. look. see this painting of a roman aqueduct. beneath one of the arches a group of peasants are gathered to sing. they sing to their god, who is not a roman at all but a blond alien who will someday return to take them home. look at this movie about how they made this movie. here are scenes they took out so they could put them in the movie about the making of this movie. look at this woman dying here. see the light in her eyes. see an older woman come in to stand by the bed. listen as she sings amazing grace. here, watch the light disappear. look at this book of contemporary poems. see how i flip through them searching. for what? for the signs of heart cells beating. stem cells do not replicate into irony cells. irony cells replicate themselves. endlessly. look. here is the church here are the people here are pigeon shit deposits on the base of the steeple like a scrim haze between the granite parapet and the walls of heaven. see? look here: this sunflower has caught on in a gravel drive and now cannot stand alone for it has no nutrients to sustain it. see how the flower does not mind. the flower blooms, as the trunk bends over to die. look at this, my ancient body. see the scars. some of the scars are gifts from those i’ve known. some i got from strangers who had scars enough to loan. see this heart trembling. touch the wall. feel how the blood rushes through the stent. put your ear up close. hear how it sounds like a waterfall. listen to the full voice singing within of love, love, naught but love (Message edited by nativedancer on October 12, 2005) | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 5160 Registered: 07-2001 |
a rush what a rush bow Gary The Eye of the Coming Storm http://www.mindfirerenew.com/ | ||
| M
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 5477 Registered: 11-1998 |
Take a well-deserved bow, j. This one is incredible. I could nitpick around and stuff, but why? The poem can certainly survive fine just the way it is and besides, you never listen to me anyway. *LOL* The best part of the poem (geez, hard to say what the best part is, but I'm going with this), is the direct address to the reader with "look" over and over again. I felt like the narrator had my head between his hands, forcing me to stare at things I might not want to see. It was a very real and physical feeling. I kept wanting to turn my head away, but I couldn't. I want this one for Stirring. Send it to Erin and tell her I told you to tell her to print it. Yeah, right. Like she listens to me any better than you do. ;-) | ||
| Vienna
Senior Member Username: vienna Post Number: 369 Registered: 11-1998 |
This is amazing, really pulls you in. A fascinating and unique voice this has to it. Fine work, I wish this had come from my pen  V 'All of us get lost in the darkness Dreamers learn to steer by the stars' Neil Peart My poetry books at Lulu http://people.lulu.com/users/index.php?fHomepage=101596 | ||
| Morgan Lafay
Intermediate Member Username: morganlafay Post Number: 496 Registered: 08-2005 |
I read, I looked, I loved. Wonderful. | ||
| Lazarus
New member Username: lazarus Post Number: 50 Registered: 10-2005 |
It's wonderful that one can be all wordy about something as simple as love, beating. | ||
| Penelope
Intermediate Member Username: penelope Post Number: 305 Registered: 07-2005 |
I was so interested in your use of end puncutation in this piece. Just when you've gotten us all used your style of no punctuation, you throw in a "period" piece.  It adds to the commanding effect the M pointed out. Well done.Penelope | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 189 Registered: 12-2004 |
thanks, everyone. *period piece* hah! you got me there, penelope! okay, mj, i'll send it along. her space is always limited, i know, but maybe she can find room for this one. j (Message edited by nativedancer on October 13, 2005) | ||
| Kathy Paupore
Senior Member Username: kathy Post Number: 2620 Registered: 12-2003 |
yep, wow, bow. look at the life! K | ||
| LJ Cohen
Moderator Username: ljc Post Number: 3112 Registered: 07-2002 |
Jim--This piece moved me. These lines, in particular: see this interstate it thinks it leads to greensboro and burlington but it ends upside down two dead one critical. As I said after reading one of your for the first time, you are the master of stealth poetry. Well done. best, ljc http://ljcbluemuse.blogspot.com/ | ||
| Emusing
Moderator Username: emusing Post Number: 1986 Registered: 08-2003 |
Lovely native. From stem cells to the true driving force of life. This poem tells the truth. E | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 190 Registered: 12-2004 |
lisa and e, thanks. i always "look" to see if you're around, and sure enough you are. ah kathy, wow bow indeed, and woof woof back atcha lol. jim |
