contact juggling

a collaboration with A True Gentleman

losing memories of groping in the dark, blindly

so much beauty here in the world..walking through...

identity..a concept upon waking..the texture of silk

oh to share the height of the smiling sky...

God's thoughts whisper into the fertile blue

the gentle murmur of spring breezes,

a walk through thawed leaves inspires a dance

as this catchy tune swirls through the heart of a bright day.

a dynamic manipulation and integration of senses
as things gather closely, safe to the ears and touch

no longer the need to beat at words with hammers
to fit them into that perfect circle.

Sphereplay..motion so pure even the gods can rest,
feeling less compelled to breathe upon us
these disorienting storms

no more wasted days trying the catch the wind
between these two hands
so that you might feel it on your face.

If the spirit could materialize

You could see inside out from me

and who else would need to know?

so much beauty here in the world..walking through...

I wish you could see through my eyes.

Please crawl under these covers of unison

These lids fit into a vintage suitcase, I promise..

I'll carry you with me wherever I go

 

Author's Note

I wish you could see through my eyes sometimes, that's how it started.

Reviews

[KUFU]

Very nice. I love the dreamy images you guys elicit here. As I read this collaborative poem; knowing yer voice, I was unable to detect when you were speaking. I suspect:

"God's thoughts whisper into the fertile blue
the gentle murmur of spring breezes,
a walk through thawed leaves inspires a dance..."

...is you. I agree with Phibby, the pace is gentle, and soft is the tone. The strength of this work for me is the dreamlike quality that these quiet-sounding verses produce within me.
The ending is nice also, but what do those 'lids' cover and what is their significance? The title is curious also.

[Raef C. Boylan]

Was this with Solst, or another True Gentleman? It's an excellent collaboration; as others have said, it's seamless in that I can't detect whose voice is whose.
Lots of great lines/thoughts to ponder:
"identity..a concept upon waking"
"no longer the need to beat at words with hammers"
"motion so pure even the gods can rest" etc.
To have gone from 'I wish you could see through my eyes sometimes', and onto creating this...wow.

Great focus on imagery throughout.
Thanks for sharing this with us you guys.

[Phibby Venable]

this has the gift of observation and a gentle flow that i like.
beautiful piece of work and i especially love the last three
lines.