When you are leaving
the sphere
with your knapsack
and your walking stick;
your hat set at a jaunty angle
the deep blue sea on your left
and the mountains on your right:
the groping fauna
are stretched out behind
scratching at the surface--
when you are so far
from sleep and home
it doesn't matter anymore.
When all your striving came to naught
when the tick of the clock has stopped
where will you begin.
There's
Orion's belt
and the North Star
near enough
but still too far
to light your heart again,
the poems drop like clear pearls
out of the Alexandrine sky
and splatter on the the ancient stones
with a clack.
I am sitting in the sidewalk cafe.
The letter in my trembling hand
reports bad news,
My tea is very strong.
The color streaming past
screams of exits
and departures
the sound is hidden by a cloud.
Desperation is wet
flows around me
wraps me like the baby blanket
that my brother sold
to feed his soul.
Who has mention
in the Book of Rolls?
all; it's told.
Mark the passage of the stone,
but the eyes twitch
and the hands growl
on the banks of the Nile
where the poems fell.
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Written February 4th, 2005
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Can I applaud it twice?
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lovely
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I absolutely love this piece! So emotional and moving. Your imagry is vivid and the tone is rich. I'm going to guess that there is more to this poem than I can understand, but it is still beautiful and moving. My absolute favorite part starts at "The letter in my trembling hand
reports bad news,
My tea is very strong..." This gives the feeling of fear and worry as well as love and loss. Great! -
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It reminds me of a nomad. lol but still good -
This is deep... As a wanderer, I can totally relate! Beautifully writen, and beautfiful lines! Great job!
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beautiful
A heart searing tribute you've penned with this incredibly deep write here. Mesmerizing, in a word. -
Lute be the kindest friend of all.
me thinks he was Yoda in another life.
thanks for thinking of me and for writing this poem.
I am honored and touched. and yes, the eyes twitch
and the hands growl. and I hope to sit in that sidewalk cafe with you and drink very strong hot tea someday...maybe share one of those morning muffins of which I used to be so envious...when I am recovered.
thank you Lute for your kindness. and for knowing about the Rolls.
~travis
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ya know, i could go on and on...but you know me, the Queen of Concise
lol
I will suffice to say that this is one of the best i think i have ever read from you...it is very powerful and moving.
UB
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Oh yes. Much to admire about this. It is beautifully told. Sounds so pretty read outloud. And to me, so much more than just a Lizard tribute .. for we are all on the Rolls. Stanza 2 - to the word clack .. are, in the words of Worm envy inducing .. My tea is very strong. Love that. And the last stanza .. hands growling is just perfect.
Yes. Please. Write on, Lute. Write on.
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Oh wow. I am completely breathless. This poem gave such a desolate feeling to the reader, it was absolute amazing. God. This was such a beautiful poem. Consider yourself bookmarked. Write on. ~*~SpydurPoet~*~
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fortunately the stone is still rollin' and not gathering moss. a wonderful tribute -- if a bit premature in it's "mark[ing] the passage of the stone". a passage i'd rather not think about, as i believe the stone has much more to say. lutey rocks and the stone keeps rollin'...
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Lute this is beautiful from beginning to end and touching words for Travis. My thoughts and prayers are with him also.
Desiree -
Seems like you write with the most heart when you write about him. Or maybe that's just me. Beautiful poem, moving and frightening.
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