Tuesday, December 6, 2011

the bell tower



i have grafted paper
to skin, recorded your touch
between each sheet

shedding and shelving remain
uncommon and puliztered - "who
goes there?"

an old woman gathers
in clothes line, places each
pin into proper perspective, wringing
hands threadbare

below the streets pool wet, words
remain shrouded (lost prophecies) hidden
beneath open umbrellas, behind beveled
glass windows - a carol

rises up, the old woman echoes "Glor...roi..a, in excelsis deo"

i re-read your touch, decipher
your memory, the madness in new
wine skins

the bell tower listens...

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

posted for d'Verse Open Link Night

13 comments:

  1. nice...great opening...made me think of sheet music...and nice come back to it there in the end as well...i like the focus on the scene through out...and carollers...guess i like pretty much the whole think eh? smiles.

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  2. GLORY BE...I LIKE this, a piece of life--I'll have mine on rye with mustard, please!
    PEACE!

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  3. Such vivid images this provokes....beautiful Bkm!!

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  4. I like the
    "below the streets pool wet,"

    And the revisiting of memory at the end
    Where the weight of the bell tower sits silently

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  5. the first stanza pulled me in and the rest kept me captivated...great imagery

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  6. This is exquisite, Barbara. You are so gifted. What a blend of images.

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  7. Lovely piece. I'd like to hear you read it.

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  8. the madness in new wine skins....that catches my eye. great to see you posting. I feel like its been awhile.

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  9. I have been so busy working that it has been hard to get much poetry done or read...thank you all for your comments and taking time to read..blessings everyone...bkm

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  10. This may be your very best!! I love it, like discovery nothing foreseen. Thank you.

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  11. an old woman gathers
    in clothes line, places each
    pin into proper perspective, wringing
    hands threadbare

    You have intrigued me with the elusive quality of he presence that elicits these very charming words. I like the way you interweave the events together.

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