Sleep trembles in its throat-sound off a bear-cave wall, women
wandering in cloak-long dream coats back at the white glaze of past time
Night blackens except for the fixated speckle of TV and the township's occasional street lamp
The odd father garage opens for a last table saw
All's tinkering last minute, as in the sound of a hairbrush fluffing out a parrot's hot feathers, water being shot off into the rank fishmouth of the bay
Inside the best head of us, Mozart quietens, the intimacy works at the knees of the cellist, at the breath lips of the flute, and fingers bring order to the violin, light wondering at itself
This one certainly came from the best head of you. By the way, I want one of those cloak-long dream coats.
ReplyDeleteI love this cloak-long dream and the sound of Mozart...as light wonders at itself....
ReplyDeleteYou give life to the dream in this piece..and cause beg for more sleep....bkm
Surreal and all too real elements, and an extremely effective mix of image and thought. Almost a Shakespearean lilt to some of it--Night blackens...I personally like the lines about the father garage and its saw, the hairbrush and the mundane contrasting with the passion of the musicians...beautiful.
ReplyDelete"The best head of us..."
ReplyDeleteI might place you in that group. :-)
Tess,
ReplyDeleteWhen it shows up, it's the one with the volition.
Give a size to shop for.
Trulyfool
Barbara,
ReplyDeleteI can't seem to get enough Mozart these days. Despite my love for jazz and blues, there's something in me that needs 'serious' now.
I'm not sure that's a good sign.
Trulyfool
Joy,
ReplyDeleteThank you. If I said it was my 'usual mix', I'd be undercutting the semi-consciousness of the process. It takes me. I don't (unfortunately?) take it.
TFool
Berowne,
ReplyDeleteAfter that compliment, I couldn't but shoot over to your blog. It is you, sir, who deserves high rank!
Trulyfool
Since it is a dream coat, I'll take a size 6.
ReplyDeleteT,
ReplyDeleteDoes fit like a dream.
TF