Changes

        

"Changes"

apophonic harps ringing in my ears

I hit the wall of my obsessions

My senses of expression

we just can't hold hummingbirds                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

(Can We?)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

rivers run through  rocks

please don't sing for me     ~         a

plaintive keening

don't tell me  your art                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

(Show Me)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

alterations to a tailor like a

calico kitten's soft      ~      rough

rouged tongue

don't write those things  for me                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

(i thought my prayers would get me closer)                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Sailor mendicant, hearing the sirens' wailing

finger tips          ~           map tats

trace story lines of mermaids           and

the deep               where fish creatures glow effervescent                                                                                                                                                                                         

(i wish i had not run so fast)                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

may i read your palm?

reel with me

in you          -         swirls

Divine intervention                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

(there is the Tunnel)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

peacocks fanned tail  extravagance

melding pot calamity

great love        the

living of the dead                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

(There is the Light)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

On Winds and clouds

lithe bodies bound

flights in fancy fandango

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7/21/20

E.

          

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ruth]

I always have a smile from reading your poetry E. Amazing depth once more and I wish the world could see such skill as yours, remarkable :) There is a process to this piece in my eyes...a layered building up to a completion of recognition, not just a wander through imagery but an actual process, very cleverly executed and articulated. Sometimes dreams and hopes are so fragile they tear along the jagged path on this journey called life but the living on and holding on to faith and acceptance make living a little easier sometimes...life is an art and your art glows brightly in bold metaphor, wonderful E :)

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you so much for your sensitive, intuitive reading of this .. and yes (you make me smile) believe it or not ..there is a process ;))))))) my "voice" is not for everyone, i know .. and that's ok ... if i get one .. just one review as yours .. my poetry is worth it ... i feel so gratified Ruth .. you "see me" ... so glad we met and can get to know one another ... right here at the Cafe'

[Ruth]

Same dear E and I mean every word, you are an amazing writer, have a lovely day :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you know you appeal to the English teacher in me...Show don't tell....yes.

and hummingbirds fly backwards, like some people who just seem afraid to move forward in life...

and we just can't hold them...
the peacock and the I, I , I ....mmmm

reminds me of someone.

this write opens its feathers...
just checking out a few poems...glad I happened on this one.
j.

[Einstein Noodle]

i am glad you happened on it as well .. your reviews are always a treat to have ... especially when you find something in them ... yeah! the i i i
it is kind of an add on ... but i i i needed to put it in ;) "this write opens its feathers..." you know jacob .. if that were the only review and statement on this poem ... it is more that gratifying and encouraging ... the lines that resonate with you are focal to me in writing this one .. thanks so much for taking time ... "happen" in any time :)))))))))))))))))))))

[Lorry]

Thought you could sneak past us Sir, did you? Posting a new piece, on a THURSDAY of all days! just to surprise us all and make us smile. God bless ya E! 😀
Now, before the reviewproper begins, I will admit having to look up apophonic, and I'm glad I did. Please look it up and see just how far down the explanation you need to go before you see a word you recognise... It took me three different dictionaries 😀
There is the overpowering thought of being a feather or leaf, floating through your thoughts/ words E, but with a prolonged arc, defying gravity on each swing as it peruses each line and feels the knowing comfort of a jigsaw being unveiled before our eyes.
After "hitting walls of obsessions" and " we can't hold gummingbirds (can we?)" lines, I stopped counting how mant times i thought "wish I thought of that."
Was that a modesty showing through as you ask not to waste art on you?
This is a journey I would totally book E, I can hear the sirens calling me and feel the breeze in my hair of your most awesome flight of fancy.
The uncapped i's ending leads me to thinking you have fallen into another level. Not so much ending, as possible beginning of volume 2 😀

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my Lorry .. you blush me good and proper sir ... i am so very happy this took you there ... your insights and perspectives are enviable my friend .. yes .. like i shared with jacob the i i i in closing is kind of an add on ... and does lead elsewhere now you mention it ... poets are blessed are we not ... our constant searching and delving .. may it never end ... through drought and harvest .. absolutely appreciate this review .. you are very encouraging ... thanks so much!
E.

[Lorry]

You are most welcome. And yes, long may it continue.

[Tom]

Yes indeed, in these dark, uncertain times we find ourselves living through, adapt to the climate and look for positive aspects, better days are on the way so be ready for 'the changes' ..

A lively, upbeat and impactful write, lots of imagery going on here just as Mr Bowie himself would have ascribed too!

[Einstein Noodle]

hi Tom! thanks for reviewing and your clear eyed take on this .. i do hope for those changes to better days .. peace and joy to ya always
E.