Song Flower

Song Flowers

I gave you a song flower but you said,
You could not hear the singing
and I said ,really, it is just a white puppy
with sweet breathing & a soft scent
But you said that I never make sense
and it is true, but some things are so true
that we should never say them.
I know I make sense sometimes,
because I have survived so long,
and because there is a hard oak in my head
and it is practical and useful for living.
I have fed my share of carnal decisions
into the sea of love and jealousy.
I have strolled the moral highground on occasion
and emptied my pockets for the poor
But I empowered myself early with reality
and had no problem wearing the shroud
of common sense and survival.
It is just that the benchmarks of ugliness
for a long period of time.
is like the smell of sulfur and papermills.
I must find a breathing space,
and sometimes I mistake someone I love,
for someone that loves me, and I say,
This is a song flower, but I mean,
Can you see this? Can you hear this?
I mean, Can you see the syllables
in my eyes, or hear the questions beat
like the hooves of wild horses.
Do you know the ones that run
straight downhill to the river,
uphill on the other side?
Uphill, where they stand like outlines
against some sharp shade of blue?
It is me not making sense again.
Yes, it is me, not you.

Reviews

[JohnL]

How much you have put into so few words. I see so much of my own life in here and I am sure that most of us that read it will feel the same, and 'song flower' - what a wonderful expression - a flower acting as the medium for the outgiving of music - impossible - Yes, but only to those without the means to receive it; there will always be plenty of those but every so often along comes one with the musical nose to scent the melody.

[Emily B]

it is me, too, you always say that thing that I didn't even know needed saying until I read it here . . . and say it in such an amazing off-hand way that I say, yes, yes, yes . . .

I think you must be my favorite poet

[W.k.kortas]

It is "Life, The Poem" (or, in your case, "Life, The Poem, Vol. [x-1]"). When most writers try to encompass sweeping themes in short pieces, it falls flat or degenerates into tired cliches and aphorisms, but your ability to express these ideas in tight metaphors and unornamented language is so unique and well-developed, that the result is flat-out magical. This piece is no exception.

[Ed Hart]

yes, what is a life for if not to drink it to the last drop...you won't leave anything behind, that's Zen....

[Jibey]

I found a powerful urgency here... a plea for understanding. The images delight with their freshness and the sense of experience adds to the poignancy of the offered flower...

[miSS LEaf]

oh... witty witty write..
which perfectly describe my own inspection: i'm not always making sense; THAT makes sense to me~ Miss Leaf