|nine mystic minds and the fourth one can dance
you remind me of a man
i knew long ago–
not the one who yields to my bite
or my prayers
your face is different–
your beard is good, i'd like to live in it
and pull your weeds
this jar doesn't have wasps
but you'd catch one, if i threw it
i want to give you high grade sativa
an artichoke, instead of peter pan
on that celery stick
yes, you remind me of someone
who used to say 'sup'
his sound was guitar, piano
his fingers were like grasshoppers
over ill keys, or delirious strings
but they didn't need to be tuned
he trained them to sound beautiful
sometimes they coughed eccentric
creating a maze i'd sleep in
his hand shake was the most incredible thing
it would tickle my spine, play on my skin
i dream of it now and again,
how it's soft, yet pulls your wrist just so
to remind you how brilliant
the inside of him is–
i basically shriveled
when he would hug me
that's how thirsty his arms were
i bet yours could use a torso,
one without wool
once, i wanted to show him
how the desert is shaped like a heart
if you lay on your side,
but he always walked ahead, in thought
and i was afraid to catch up
to interrupt his red-yellow song;
his smile was daylight,
but inside there was a war
where his henchman died daily, but then
9 more were born.
so he settled himself in the fog
because it amazed him
it hid the pain– and hid his name,
but there was a time, he showed me the caves,
before the world stiffened its neck
and yanked us apart–
the tide was shy, just like i was
but he liked me then,
we were just two hand-me-downs
looking for abstract things
in the language of dens and vital flame
while silence kept waving its sword
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i probably went overboard- i had a fun one and a serious one so i tried to combine them in a subtle way- but i may have failed miserably, which is ok, because this is a work shop and i'm working dagnabbit. ;)
Wow Mandee. This is really really good.
I would change the third line to "yields to my prayers" You don't bite that hard. ;-)
Damn, I wish this was written for me.
Now I'm going to go listen to Keith Urbans 'Stupid Boy'
nice-mandEE -- this has some wonderful musings and sounds -- the change from 'you' to 'he or his' in the third strophe changes the perspective -- perhaps stick with 'you' as that becomes my 'I' as the reader which brings me into the Poem. "once, i wanted to show him\ how the desert is shaped like a heart\ if you lay on your side," lovely allusion, however stick with the 'first-person perspective and your work will galvanize the reader further into your loving nostrum.
alch- i wrote this for 9. he reminds me of someone- that is why it changes to 'he' because i am describing the 'he' that 9 reminds me of. does that make sense? or should i still change it?
Wow this is fantastic. Really.
It's poignant and powerful and beautiful.
This is for me? I'm going to have return the favor.
<3 from me!
9, i wrote two. this is the one i wanted to post first, i spend a lot of time on it, it's not just something i forced myself to write. i wanted you to know that. the next one will be fun and silly and will taste like honey mustard. :)
yield, i have callouses on my finger tips from typing my abashed heart out, because of you. so, sit.
^ see, my bite draws blood.
^ *spent a lot of time. the reason i said that was so that you don't feel like you need to return the favor. i couldn't help myself. :)
I understand :)
Yes Yes... I know I need to sit down and put a sock in it. I could pull all of your poems that have seared my heart and would still find others that my name has not touched. Even your silliness makes me squirm. =)
holy cow! this could be 2 poems, mando. did you ever think of splitting it? start the second one at L34. methinks it would work out either way. oh love this i do! :-))
^ thanks. and that is an excellent idea. i will think about it. i did think i over did it when i first posted. maybe cutting it in half would work better. i'm just afraid to touch it right now. lol. does that make sense? it's like jenga.
Two poems? Are you kidding? I wouldn't split it at all. This is a beautiful string of lines. One of the best poems I've read on this forum. I have the strong desire to go back and start reading ALL of your work, mandolyn, beginning with "jupiter," posted 22 Nov 10.
(This is gonna be a loooong night!)
thanks clupeidae. i'm sure you fell asleep after jupiter, if not during. all my poetry screams to be revised.
This hasn't aged a bit since yesterday.
It still looks good. Still smells good.
Leave this out on the counter for weeks
and I bet it will still be as fresh as the day you wrote it.
do you really like it? i mean, you're so nice to everyone here and i don't think i've seen you give a negative crit to anyone. it won't hurt my dumb feelings if you really don't dig it. :) really.
thanks, 9. i bet you like fog and desert. i do too. ♥
^ it reads like i typed it backwards. it should say 'thanks' first. wacky.
Yes I do very much.
If I don't 'like' something I just ignore it.
I don't feel qualified to critique art, I don't think I ever will.
Maybe I'm on the wrong site.
On the other hand,
how can you trust someone if they say nothing but good things?
So okay, I didn't like line 4. :)
lol, i don't like that line either!!
you can critique art, you're just too humble. :)
i'm posting another one soon, for you.
then i promise i'll go back to hill billies and wasps.
i changed it. i really didn't like it at all in the beginning, then i forgot about it. thanks for pointing it out.
Oh yes, prayers :)
Some things I like. Some things I don't like. But I doubt my thoughts would matter either way. It is certainly, you.
^ wow, shoe. i believe that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me. ever.
Mandolyn, this is a bohemian poem verily, and I enjoyed reading and extracting the seasons from her. For portraying a soul, you yourself are a portrait, and in being so beautiful, it behooves me to tell you that you are a strange stranger, lovely in your strangeness. Love and Appreciation for your language, and your soul.
matt, wow, thank you. that was really kind.
well done. eloquent and tells a story.
thanks, perco. :)
Spine and beard; dead giveaway!
May want to say handshake as it's one word. Peterpan on celery was a great occidental image.
Nice pome dude.
You basically shrivelled? Lol
yes, basically. ;)
Is there any possibility of omitting "one" in your title? I always read it like this and it sounds nice and smooth to me. Just a thought. Which is entirely mine of course. :)
i tried reading it without 'one' but i like that little guy...
i'm keeping it as is. sorry it bugs you :(
GET OUT FROM UNDER MY DEAD TOMATO PLANTS!!!! :-O xoxo!!!
i want to find a worm! :P
^ wait, that totally came out wrong.
U just STEPPED on one, u clumsy oaf! SPLATT!!!! EWWWW!!! :-O
i miss reading 9
Me TOO! Where IS 9? LOVE him!!! Is he on FB, Mandee? Msg. me there if u know and I'll friend him. :-)
^ starr, i don't think he is. i don't think he does social media.
he is wiser than us fools. :)
^ when you fave this, you are really faving 9 which is what i wanted :)
Well, I don't even know him an I love him for that
sylvia! where did your poem go??
I just wrote it for somebody so I didn't wanna share it with everyone else. So I hid it.
It's not like everybody doesn't already know anyway :p
I like the story here. I like some of the images.
40-43 is where it started in my mind.
so i guess i wrote this from the inside out.
You guys are all full of poopie,
this was soooo written for ME
whos this about
this is about 9
and his beautiful mind...
we were just two hand-me-downs
Easily the best line I've read all night.
i hope he's well... 9, that is.