Monday, March 29, 2010

Once a melody conferred

I saw a girl brush her hair there, once-
but became rushed into the sparrow's eye.

A refracted patter from a rise of pine,
marooned to pining with sawdust filigree-
to cling to twist to turn to needles
in the sappy knot of walking away.

Something since has sintered the evergreen
into a sinistral stump of weeping silence,

from that dust up to a musty pedigree
I have grown aphasic in the orange muster
of a lattice sun and ovulate cones.

I saw a girl brush her hair there, once,
or so the sparrow seemed to song.

5 comments:

Jenny Enochsson said...

Poignant fine poem. I especially like these lines:

"to cling to twist to turn to needles
in the sappy knot of walking away"

and

"a lattice sun and ovulate cones"

Lovely.

Megan Duffy said...

Still love this one.

Francis Scudellari said...

Me too... loved it at the first reading, and enjoy revisiting it again here.

PO Johnson said...

I came to think of old Nordic folktales when reading this. I find comfort in these when feeling low. The deep dark woods and it's exhilarating creatures gives me a feeling of freedom from my ego.
I like your poem.

human being said...

they say the river you look at now is not the same river it was a moment before...
think this fact holds true when we read something... a new reading brings forth new experiences...

loved reading this again...
what i wrote on your blog is changed a bit too...
:D


.

once

a song

long

as a girl's hair

once

a heart

alive

as a bird in a tree

now
just
a silence
hollower than
a nightmare...

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