Monday, June 25, 2012

The Doors of Perception

In the breath of music
this memory lies:

A quarter cafe
south of Nantes
belle ville française
my heart left open in opium eyes

A face, white washed
rolling papers
She asked me to try
the voice on the radio replied

The time when age fell astray
we dye the days in purple haze
she tore a hole through my skin
a pool of rain poured in

From raspberry lips,
a psychedelic smile
I take the trip
where honey drips
The weight of my world
I place on her whole,
yellows and blues, in my mind, true
In this whim of evolution the angelfish swim

I wake in her yogic mist, in the morning
we walk to the market holding roses
I say goodbye to my sweetest tooth
absinthe left in my lungs

Beneath the billow, a pixie cries
I wake the sound, taste the sky
Again, I hope to see the shell
of her doll's eyes


Listening to The Doors and playing with Shawna's words from Midweek Melting and Monday Melting at Rosemary Mint. Adore. 

22 comments:

  1. Very psychedelic with beautiful imagery !! Really enjoyed this glorious poem!!

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    1. Thanks so much. I'm glad you stopped in!

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  2. You did a lovely job with the poem, but I'm wondering, is it about a drug induced trip?

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    1. Hi Sherry, thanks. Yes, I think it is. And that drug just might be love. :0)

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  3. I love this in a rather psychopathic way. I am tempted to hunt you down and eat you so that your words will be my words and I will then be a poetess.

    Seriously. I am in awe of this delicious bubbling pot of magic. These are my favorites:

    "my heart left open in opium eyes"
    "A face, white washed/rolling papers/She asked me to try"
    "we dye the days in purple haze/she tore a hole through my skin"
    "From raspberry lips,/a psychedelic smile"
    "I place on her whole,/yellows and blues, in my mind"
    "I wake in her yogic mist"
    the whole last stanza

    Gorgeous and fantastic.

    Oh, I'm thinking of a Sheryl Crow song now.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CUr0bnDCfM

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    1. Mmm, that's a delicious song and "she knows exactly how to carry on".

      Thank you for the lovely things you've said here. I used to be scared of mingling online, but I'm happy that there is a way for people to melt together into magic.

      Thanks for this prompt, I'm definitely still here!

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  4. "I wake in her yogic mist." I really really like that line. Nice work.

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  5. You have an incredible ability to take us into uncharted realms to share the meanderings of your mind and test our very understanding of words and their meaning.

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    1. Hi, I'm so happy that you come around and go into those places with me. Thank you for you sweet words.

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  6. Wow!!! This just carried me along effortlessly...although I did have the bit of anxiety over the trip ending!!! ;) Very nicely done!!

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  7. "wake the sound, taste the sky" comes crashing into "shell of the doll's eye" interesting exploration

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  8. she tore a hole through my skin
    a pool of rain poured in...really cool visuals...and def trippy...smiles...i had my days...back in the day...smiles...

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  9. reminds me a bit of the Beatles LCD song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, which they fervently denied was all about LSD. LOL
    It does sound like a trip. Very poetically written one though :)

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    1. Oh, that's another great song! And I guess it is a trip, somehow...it's bold coffee and an occasional IPA for me...and that usually takes my head to the sky. :)

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  10. Love is certainly a trip...love how you used drugs to speak of love...nice work.

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    1. Yes Susie, there is nothing more hypnotic than passion and a love that quenches your thirst. :)

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  11. really neat. Love where this took you. Great read

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    1. Hi Fred! Thanks! And nice to meet you!!

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