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.
Very psychedelic with beautiful imagery !! Really enjoyed this glorious poem!!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much. I'm glad you stopped in!
DeleteYou did a lovely job with the poem, but I'm wondering, is it about a drug induced trip?
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, thanks. Yes, I think it is. And that drug just might be love. :0)
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteSeriously. 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
Mmm, that's a delicious song and "she knows exactly how to carry on".
DeleteThank 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!
"I wake in her yogic mist." I really really like that line. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteThank you, CC!
DeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteHi, I'm so happy that you come around and go into those places with me. Thank you for you sweet words.
DeleteWow!!! This just carried me along effortlessly...although I did have the bit of anxiety over the trip ending!!! ;) Very nicely done!!
ReplyDeleteHannah, you are so awesome!!
Delete"wake the sound, taste the sky" comes crashing into "shell of the doll's eye" interesting exploration
ReplyDeleteGinny, thanks for coming by. :)
Deleteshe tore a hole through my skin
ReplyDeletea pool of rain poured in...really cool visuals...and def trippy...smiles...i had my days...back in the day...smiles...
...smiles...
Deletereminds me a bit of the Beatles LCD song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, which they fervently denied was all about LSD. LOL
ReplyDeleteIt does sound like a trip. Very poetically written one though :)
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. :)
DeleteLove is certainly a trip...love how you used drugs to speak of love...nice work.
ReplyDeleteYes Susie, there is nothing more hypnotic than passion and a love that quenches your thirst. :)
Deletereally neat. Love where this took you. Great read
ReplyDeleteHi Fred! Thanks! And nice to meet you!!
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