July 13, 2009
B77. Return, my sister,
to the hours glassing
your discovery not contained,
its ands and myst him sleeps,
fell smoothing skins or blood not
contained its ands and miss terries not
snipped, to dry the dampness of bathing on
roof tops near king's Return, my cistern, to the hours
pouring yourself from glass 'd is covers in myst, terries' felled smooth
ands, conned as dry the bathing tops of sand pouring your life, my sister,
my cistern whose are your words, and where is your sleep riding empty as oceans against your tiny fields of vision, cold remembering, imagining the wrecks that knew nothing of the reef, rich though it was, now we know, rich in color, but nothing for ships and sailors wanting to land, land, land, my sister, cracked cistern glassing your hours to fell smoothing.
Posted by nancy at July 13, 2009 01:02 AM
No, sister Melody, this is not about you. My poems are Self poems mostly. I write from a core of pain, to get it out of me. There is more pain than I can live with, and being a writer and not an electric guitar musician, word music sounds like "venting" and "accusation." I will not say that this is because I am a bad and overly emotional writer. I am not a "bad" writer, and I am doing my best to reel in the trophy fish of my deep sea emotions. I will not--anymore at any point--deny the breadth of my emotions or agree with any land lover that they are to be less than they are at the moment they are reeled in salt and spray. My writing is actually constructive, good, and very helpful to psychological exhaustion. (I know that you understand what that means in your own life.) The double persons and triple persons are the perspectives I walk in. They are not pointed at you, though they are pointed--most often (as in this poem) at myself. And they are pointed, as in other poems, at Lovers--God, Jesus, Mary, and myself as I am on the literal level to be materially my self.
Rest easy, dear.
Can you clarify this for me? It reads like you are venting a pent-up anger, accusation, grudge toward sister.
Bathsheba bathing --- Adulteress? yes/no? Competition? yes/no? Jealousy? yes/no?
My "tiny fields of vision, cold remembering . . . wrecks that knew nothing of the reef" --- Thoughts that the sister is clueless to futile attempts to love you and befriend you but instead is seen as injurious??
Cracked cistern/sister??