October 23, 2005

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    having received an exquitisitely beautiful poem, gooseflight, from yodamuse, he who shouted out into the night "Here is woman warrior, Honor this woman warrior," and spinning into another place today, not sure whether I am reacting to truth or to my own distortions, I've taken words from that poem, about flight, being alone and together while alone, being the one who chose to soar, seeking the sun with wax wings, even while wanting the peace of those who choose the ground and the safety of the surface of the water, I rearranged, rewrote, added to, transmogrified, bird's poem - making it dark instead of light.  That's how I feel today, and know it will pass...


    where L signifies my deconstruction of the original poem....


      gooseflight
        of faire
        forward
        voyager
    L  scattered by sounds
        of hunter's guns


      (your father, 
        my mother?
        slowly taking aim,
        dream killers,
        or one of us
        past edurance
        of flight, 
        killing
        our own dreams.)

      night chill
        of crisp vision
        unsevered
    L bleeds into water 
       after the fall.


      grays and blacks
    L  color it all as we fly
    L  squawking and shrieking
      for home,


      alone,
    L  the together 
        lost in that fall, 
      guiding light
    L  unmasked,
        a flashlight
        out of batteries,
        the beams we rode
        dissolved in the night


     


    pearlbamboo


    copyright e.p.hodges


     


     

Comments (5)

  •  one of us
    past edurance
    of flight,
    killing
    our own dreams.)

    This so graphically describes those episodes when in desparation, I drank and popped pills. I knew the ending from the beginning.

  • You are very talented Pearl. Don't stop writing.

  • Powerful power, dark indeed. Makes me feel guilty eating meat. I personally feel like a dream killer because those animals too have dreams not to be in the stomach of their predator. I might as well go vegan again, but the time is not right.

    -Ashley-

  • P.S. I forgot to tell you about the Hindi lullaby you sang to your children. It is very beautiful indeed, very mellow and soothing. I might head off to one of the the stores that sell Bollywood films.

    -Ashley-

  • love this... love the vision of parents as dream killers! but that last image of flashlite beams fading into the dark as the batteries die is priceless!

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