Photo by Elan Mudrow
Our bodies move between layers
Like leaves, who dance beneath
Aggressive heat….waiting….
For the bite of upcoming chill
Who consumes, as it always will
Our cycle of touch and thought
Bending our tired sinews caught
In ignorance of the ground
Soon to lie upon.
Clinging to a self-definition
Initiated by our budding
That first feast….consummation of light
With dry edges we seek to extend feelings
Of old sparking petals who love stealing
Shafts of pounding earthly bound sun.
We are aware from first dew milk dawn
That we know, all life is sandwiched
Between larger vacuums of cold
And upon completion
When knowledge plays its last card
Our bodies, without consent
Refuse to stop dancing
I see the leaves swirl violently
With their skeletons
More fiercely then they did
When juicy bodies of greenest complexion
Took in all elemental surprise
To drink the sun with the smoothest of hands
Loveliest of faces and shapely skin…Now
Twirling brown, far into new year’s play
When snow melts for the aggressor’s return
Many have been paved into soil.
Beaten into pulp by the very planet
Who supplemented their synthesis
Becoming the very ground they never knew
Awareness isn’t everything
Life doesn’t necessarily use it
All of the time
Neither does love
Even though we think they should
We are dancing now
Within our own selfish lovemaking
Applying our eternalness
To the world
Wondering why no one else
Can feel the strength of our sprout
I choose to lay underneath you
For my body is glistening with
A hope I have no name for
Wooooooooooooooowwwwwww…
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God that’s tremendous! Thank you.
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Powerful.
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Omg. What a fantastic piece.
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Wow. Beautiful, and the photo so perfectly complements the rustling words of your poem.
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Thanks so much!
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Beautiful!
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Wonderful all the way through, and then double applause for your closing!
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Gorgeous imagery inspired by the change of seasons and rhythms of creation. Loved the sensual journey that your poetry brought me through.
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Such beauty Elan Mudrow
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A great piece!
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What a brilliant poem and such a picture to go with it.
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That last line…chilling to the bone.
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Fabulous! 🙂
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All good, but this line really stands out for me:
“Becoming the very ground they never knew”
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Elan this is a masterpiece. Incredible, man. Thank you for sharing this with us
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Thanks oldepunk
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This is amazing, I loved it wow. Consider me a fan 🙂
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A splendid poem, worth repeated reading. Are you familiar with the drumming of Elvin Jones? He was considered to be an innovator of polyrhythmic technique. Your poem evokes Elvin’s wild solos.
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I like Art Blakey. Jazz is all polyrhythms. The drum set we now take for granted is a polyrhythmic machine. Like the flatted fifth, rhythms pass by us without our realization of their complexity. There is a bit of this in the poem. Thanks Arthur.
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The first album I bought in my life (I was twelve at the time) was an Art Blakey record. I just replaced it with a CD in my collection. Elan, you a hip dude!
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This is terrific! Excellent piece. Thank you for sharing it with us!
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“Becoming the very ground they never knew” is just so perfect.. Your words and the photo you used set the right mood..
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Powerful! And it hit me exactly where I am most sensitive today:
” Applying our eternalness
To the world
Wondering why no one else
Can feel the strength of our sprout
I choose to lay underneath you
For my body is glistening with
A hope I have no name for”
…I’m feeling a sense of genuine eternity, as you say. I’d never believed it possible. Somehow, illogically, I am certain. It seems you are too. 🙂
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the spatial – almost physical – movement of this poem is utterly enlivening; you can almost feel the poem sprout and bud and blossom with the stanzas’ right-ward drift.
you write so beautifully.
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Stunning, gorgeous poetry. I experience it without words to describe it.
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Beautiful, sensual, gritty, ,,all these things,,,” Awareness isn’t everything”, how true this is,,,
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Truly an outstanding, phenomenal piece.
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‘”Life doesn’t use our awareness all the time” This’ll stick with me.
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OMG, wow! Great write!
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Wow!!!! This is simply beautiful!!!! Love it!
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May I share this on my blog giving you full credit and a link? I have a Sunday tradition called Sunday Share and this week I’d like to share you! (And yes, I’m a little late!)
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Reblogged this on transcribingmemory and commented:
Usually, all you have to do is put up a poem about Autumn and my attention is grabbed. However, this poem is also really, really good! Please go check out Elan Mudrow’s blog!
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Eeek, I’m sorry but I posted it! I was really behind sched. If you wish me to take it down I will. 🙂
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Not a problem. Thanks for initially asking!
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first I see leaves,
then I see bodies.
I feel the snow,
yet again,
I feel the heat
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Reblogged this on Orthometry.
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Perfect for swimmers
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