Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Questions of Ownership

Question of money

Questions of Ownership



To own
but not necessarily to have
the price must be paid in full.
An experience of both cost and pleasure.

Full owner of my sorrow,
dark full face of my moon
turned away to
the small dots that look you back,
am I not here?
Under that faceless black moon
am I not even dark wind that lifts your hair?

Many truths coexist.
Many rivers run to the unfilled sea.
Many waters may be one or several,
equivocal,
all equally vocal.
All silent when they run dry.

In the child of our bodies
I see your arabesque of bones
Your dizzy hesitation that flees
to rigid purpose.

You and he, the moon, the beach, the grass,
and the rivers that run so endlessly
dwell and spring and 
consume all here, so

where am I then?
In these combined relics and scars I own,
these snow white bones and sepia
distillates of time?

January 1987




Posted for OneShotWednesday at the inimitable OneStopPoetry
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24 comments:

  1. Dark and daring, beautiful writing. Great lines these:
    "Many truths coexist.
    Many rivers run to the unfilled sea.
    Many waters may be one or several,
    Equivocal,
    All equally vocal."
    and the end which is so cold and lonely.
    Loved it. Thanks, Gay @beachanny

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  2. Simply beautiful..
    "The small dots that look you back,
    Am I not here?
    Under that faceless black moon
    Am I not even dark wind that lifts your hair?"
    That's my fav part. I really enjoyed this. Read it three times :]

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  3. Striking imagery, thought-provoking work.

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  4. damn....I haven't read any other poetry this week, Joy, but I think this will be my favorite!

    Beautiful, poignant, startling, too...imagery.

    arabesque of bones....wonderful phrase.

    The whole damn poem hangs together brilliantly, but so softly, it creeps into the mind and stays there.

    Beautiful!

    Lady Nyo

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  5. hauntingly beautiful at each read something else some other imagery or thought yields and expells.
    almost demanding 'so, where am I then' amongst 'white bones' like pickings ~ flesh stripped bare ~ 'distillates of time' what is left ~
    Breath taking
    ~ Lib ~

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  6. I came, I saw, I read and I leave a happy man.

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  7. This is the stanza that made me come back and ponder it:

    In the child of our bodies
    I see your arabesque of bones
    Your dizzy hesitation that flees
    To rigid purpose.

    I love the first two lines. The idea of an "arabesque of bones" seems at once impossible and striking. I'm not understanding what the "dizzy hesitation" is, or how this whole section leads to the conclusion of the poem. But I still like it best.

    I know that it's often said that poetry should suggest, not state outright, and this poem does that. But I like your newer work better. It seems to me you've stopped worrying about making it sound a certain way, and you just say what you're feeling in a raw, powerful way.

    All this commentary from a gal who was writing big fat nothing at all in 1987.

    I am so glad I found your blog, and you. You have quickly become a must-read for me.

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  8. amazing, well written work!
    thank you

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  9. Wow, this is so melancholy. I particularly enjoyed this stanza:

    In the child of our bodies
    I see your arabesque of bones
    Your dizzy hesitation that flees
    To rigid purpose.

    This is so multilayered and so open to many interpretations.

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  10. This is truly a mesmerizing poem. I had to read it a second time, and it just keeps gaining in meaning.

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  12. So many kind words, all from people whose poems I admire and learn from. Thanks lib, Lady N, Steve,Gay,Talon and everyone for the encouragement you provide to keep scribbling on.

    @marousia : yes, it's an ending time poem--and those particular lines are really the center of it~thanks.


    @FB And thanks to you feral girl--I think. ;)I never expected to have any newer work--it's all a huge gift this blog adventure has given me and I'm glad you have a good opinion of it because I value yours, and your fluency, dark whimsy and light touch. You have to remember that back in the prior century I had major issues, hormones and unspeakable angst; now, not so much. So half the time who knows what was going on.

    I'm not generally good at explaining my stuff because as Carl Sandburg said, "Hell I've written some poetry I don't understand myself." I tried to explain it but it just didn't work so I'm afraid I have to leave ya on your own in the desert of my weird years. Hey but every poem is also the reader's,and if you find a sense of the words that suits you, then that's the right one.

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  13. powerful close ans you do well in building to it in your word play and imagery...nice one shot

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  14. Just to clarify things, this is my world and I own everything and everyone on it. Got it? (LOL!)

    The native Americans thought the white man's idea of 'owning' the land was like the notion of fleas owning the dog.

    Nice One Shot!

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  15. Your poetry and the images you create are so compelling. I'm so glad you visited my blog so I could discover yours. Victoria

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  16. great write
    my fav lines were
    where am i then..
    ...In these combined relics and scars I own,
    These snow white bones and sepia ...
    this is when it comes from outside to inside...beautiful

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  17. A very interesting and thoughtful poetry.. Thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com

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  18. I love deep poems that make your mind turn on and every read you grasp more. Thank you for the thought provoking read. Great poem :)

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  19. To own
    But not necessarily to have
    The price must be paid in full.
    An experience of both cost and pleasure.

    This has special wisdom within its words. I'm glad I found my way here...

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  20. Well done. Complex and layer upon layer to examine and read more than once. Enjoyed much. Thanks!

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  21. Thanks all. i appreciate your insights and input, as always.
    @EricA : Ha! And also,like Thoreau and many Oriental types have said, you don't own it, it owns you.

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  22. Piercing imagery!!!! And the wordplay did full justice to it... brilliant and poignant!!

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  23. did you really write that so long ago..1987..a wonderful read..cheers pete

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg