Friday, March 11, 2011

honey dries


clinging rain
honey dries wedged in
dying
fingers-nailed

desert claims
       ( I )

i shed
                          skin

neotreic sweat
feeds
a                  dead sea ...

      and
                         Rumi
                                      dances

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011





9 comments:

  1. Beautiful.. I love the way the words are falling, perfect match for the image.
    :)

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  2. Thank you Anthony...always like your input...bkm

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  3. Delicate flow of words. Lovely.

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  4. This was beautiful; really enjoyed it~

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  5. Yes it is a dance, a Sufi swirl of sweet-bitter words here, the naiads and the sicklemen about their dance within the margins of a poem. "Neotreic sweat" is such a strange, interesting phrase, suggesting a new trope or turn on old themes, arising or rousing from some Catholic (I use that broadly) slumber. The entire stanza is pure peaches. Fascinating ... wonderful. - Brendan

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  6. Yes, I love the words with the image!

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  7. So beautiful, and I especially love "Rumi dances." Wonderful poem!

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  8. This poem was so evocative! It swirled like the dancer and the movement was fluid and fascinating. Word theatre.

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  9. Love the way this whirls, on the page and in the reading. Thank you.

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