There is more
than sex and death,
black and white
There is
the smooth, firm curve of grey,
with infinite points along
the cusp
This is where we live –
in the tangle
amid agony that may
(at any moment)
reveal
bliss
Here is my poem Tangle read by Avril Yospa. Enjoy!
A Note: This poem has been posted earlier on my blog, here but when my friend with the lovely voice agreed to record it for me I decided to re-post it. This was originally a Magpie Tale along with an absurd Top Ten List back in February.
Mary, the reading was very good, and the woman that read was wonderful...but, I am a visual poet and I need to see the words. Would you post the words as well so I can read them a couple of times before I listen to it again?
ReplyDeleteThank you
Wander
Sure thing - done! And thanks for stopping by Chris. :o)
DeleteThank you Mary!
ReplyDeletethe poem is very good
Wander
Thanks Chris - I appreciate it!
DeleteOh, yes. Sex and death and maybe dancing... those are some of the landmarks along the way. It's that tangle in between that's tough. And the thorns buried in the tangle.
ReplyDeleteYou are so good at this poetry stuff!
I loved how seemingly disparate images come together seamlessly in this. Just wonderful
ReplyDelete"This is where we live –
in the tangle
amid agony that may
(at any moment)
reveal
bliss"
Bril. Just bril.
Oh, yes, this really tells it, Mary.
ReplyDeleteK
For the life of me I cannot understand why we so insist on black and white!
ReplyDeleteThe cusp, the greys with the uncertainties, the spikes of pain and bliss. That where adults live!
Thanks all!
ReplyDeleteStafford, I agree - give me purple, indigo, teal...:o)