Tuesday, August 14, 2012

scrubbing rain



scrubbing rain
and collecting body parts
is what we do, is what
makes us flesh bearers
and unsightly in the untamed grey
mist

we are wet
with dream and so gather
our makings into a cornucopia of
shell, it is there we hide our
memory, it is there we live our freedoms
running loose, slicing time from
our life.   where we rip
at morning and you and i are sweat, as
sweet slices are sweat awaiting a saute, awaiting
the dance of oil in a flaming burn

my papers lie unwritten
having become the course of weeks (thoughts
unvoiced) can only climax
in movements unmentioned.   you
pour yourself into vessel of equal measure, i drink to
drunk and satiated, you drink,
paused and perfumed, and we take sleep of the moments

and i want to dream,
and i want to fall deeper
like a the new moon on the foam, into
a screenplay of nominations
but reality has left its fingerprint
and sand remembers
you and i, and why we came

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012

posted for Magpietales and d'Verse Open Link Night 

14 comments:

  1. slicing time from
    our life. where we rip
    at morning and you and i are sweat...really cool phraseology....i like the drinking of them as well..a nice implied intimacy....i feel the emotion in that last stanza too...

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  2. Oh yes, deep and lovely thoughts, so vivid! It is a wonderful and magical moment when we discover why we came...and feeling the journey was so worthy the way we went!

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  3. Your poem is luscious!!!! In every sense of that word.

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  4. and i want to dream,
    and i want to fall deeper
    like a the new moon on the foam... i wanna fall into your words..great write..

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  5. Wonderful and sensual and yes--so luscious!

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  6. Love the opening:
    "scrubbing rain
    and collecting body parts"

    Gorgeous: "you pour yourself into vessel of equal measure"

    Fantastic, strong writing:
    "unsightly in the untamed grey
    mist
    we are wet
    with dream and so gather
    our makings"

    Wow. This is powerful:
    "and i want to dream,
    and i want to fall deeper
    like a the new moon on the foam, into
    a screenplay of nominations
    but reality has left its fingerprint
    and sand remembers
    you and i, and why we came"

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  7. Wonderful opening lines; so imagistic.

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  8. I notice other comments mention your poem being sensual... is it odd that I find it sad? Perhaps I can just relate to the words too much. Beautifully written, glad to find your blog.

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  9. Beautiful play with words and images

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  10. A ripe fruit full of juice and flesh awaiting our eyes to pierce

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  11. Vivid lines that can only please and stimulate the senses.

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  12. too many wonderful lines to quote!

    beautiful!

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  13. absolutely beautiful writing..swimming in your thoughts

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