i have decomposed
and dissected the day
all that had been drawn together
was now put to bed - a set window
remains open
draping non-movement
who? could be that thought
that runs through the room - i so
love the sipping of
remembrance
a clock strikes - shadow
comes to attention and an elder cat
comments contempt
he knows the meaning of structure
refusing acceptance of theory
i love thought, the
tapping of images to word, i
love remembering
the rain
of mornings to come, and
the fullness of new
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
Simply beautiful.
ReplyDeletethank you terry, thanks much for stopping in...bkm
Deleteyou grip straight out...but it is that last stanza that i love the most bk...the tapping of images to word & rain on mornings to come...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian - thank you for being such a great supporter of poetry...bkm
Deleteesp. that last stanza just took my breath away...so felt..
ReplyDeleteThank you Claudia...means so much...bkm
DeleteSuch adventurous juxtapositions,and the back - to - front time. Very refreshing.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I never realized that William Blake looks so modern.
Thank you Aprille I appreciate your thoughts...bkm
DeleteThis is a compendium of things(and thinks) to love, from the contemplative to the appreciative--esp liked
ReplyDelete"...i so/love the sipping of/remembrance..."
first was going to go with the wine of remembrance - then decided to sip it instead...thank you...bkm
DeleteThe last stanza is simply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ayala...bkm
DeleteI have to roll the others.. that last stanza is pure beauty
ReplyDeletethank you Anthony appreciated always...bkm
DeleteThis has a nice flow - I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Zouxzoux...thank you for stopping in...bkm
DeleteI'm going to have to agree, the last stanza is amazing... tap those words girl ;)
ReplyDeleteApryl appreciate your reading and comments...bkm
Deletenow this is a very interesting ling:
ReplyDeletean elder cat
comments contempt
he knows the meaning of structure
refusing acceptance of theory
structure and theory together in one breath. is that allowed? ;)
messy little girl
Thank you I do like that cat too...he is so wise...bkm
Delete"i so love the sipping of remembrance" - this phrase, one of the most inventive in the poem, is for me what anchors everything, a subtle answer to the questions that hang over the tableau.
ReplyDeleteSam I always take your comments to heart and hope to learn from them you are a great poet...bkm
DeleteA furrowed field of the fullness of new. Your words so intrigue me.
ReplyDeleteDear Gnome...I always look forward to your comments I so appreciate your words...bkm
DeleteThe meditation is happy with its custom of waxing and ebbing, moving freely about, associating, gathering, letting go: like breath, or the way an "elder cat" commands so much curled serenely in a dark, opened window. It's all been said, yet it's ever new. Keeps me writing, too. Sweet. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteSuch depth to your poetry. I love the images you create.
ReplyDeleteThank you Teresa...I am glad you enjoy reading my words...bkm
DeleteAnd I love this, a perfect way to end the day, on a note of remembrance.
ReplyDeleteAnd I really love this:
"an elder cat/comments contempt/he knows the meaning of structure/refusing acceptance of theory"
Oh, yes. Cats know things.
Patti...thank you, you are a non-conformist as is the cat and I love that about you...bkm
DeleteExquisite in the way you shape vagueness, give form to shadow, stop time, capture the future, deconstruct the present. Deft writing, unbelievably difficult task achieved with brilliance!
ReplyDeleteYour comments always make my day...you make me sound so good...Love Ya Gay...bkm
DeleteI love remembering the rain of mornings to come. Excellent line. Reminded me of a lyric. I remember the rain on the roof that morning. Sometimes the present creates hope of many like days, so that we can imagine days when we will be older and reflect back on the comfort the rain on the roof created that morning, or in your case, just the freshness of the rain. After a long day, or period of trial, something comes that signals change, maybe the freshness of the morning rain. And it births hope. My take anyway. Lovely poem. presented very creatively. Great lines, word choices, and depth. You always write with such depth. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you Henry....the rain is such a comfort and always sets a background for writing...luv ya...bkm
Deletethe fullness of new
ReplyDelete..worth drinking straight down it's so mellow and rich. The whole leads from and to this glowing idea.
This is poetry.
Thank you becky...I appreciate your words and take them to heart...blessings...bkm
DeleteI can hear the typewriter tapping the whole piece hangs like a stopped clock of a thought... The old cat has got it sussed... Good write
ReplyDeleteThank You Brian...love your work and thoughts...bkm
DeletePlenty going on here, gently yet with incision. Some choice word-use. Come check us out at www.facialexpressionpoetrycircle.com if you're wanting crit (constructive, of course)... I think you'd like it. Dig your work, BKM....
ReplyDeleteLuke you are always a fav of mine...thank you I will get over there I need some crit...bkm
DeleteOh, beautiful. "i so/love the sipping of/remembrance" wise elder cat...such wonderful imagery & rhythm here. Thank you for this, bkm.
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