duets with other poets – madstoffa’s crunchy house!


Still Movement

stillness unmoving

“So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

-T. S. Eliot

 still1 

Leaves fell like rain that day.

leaving us unleafing

 

A stillness mirroring the

symphony not yet unfolding

 

Swaying trees.

sybraites whispering in the shadows

 

Like watching dancers in

a platonic cave of dreamers dreaming

 

A silent rave.

a cacophony of mysteries

 

The colour drained from the

dead in the not yet undead

 

Dead fabric.

this living tapestry where

 

Loughborough’s sky all bolshy greys and

los angeles not a city angelic but demonic

 

Bleak foreboding.

an apocalyptic foreshadowing

 

The tired expressions, cocooned

hard-wired incantations uncacooning

 

Inside the Swift’s blue skin,

the eggs of l’oiseau bleu incubating

 

Tried desperately to find a

wing untried winging patiently unfolding a

 

Valid opinion inside their blancmange

or some sabayon sea of stillness unknowing

 

 

Minds for the music that vibrated

like hounds chasing harts in forests enchaunting

 

Their delicate eardrums.

to the music of ancient white stags unbinding

 

They had words to express, but

lacking soft pallets they could not sing so

 

It was easier to vocalize

so much nore reassuring  than to merely articulate

 

Well rehearsed sentences than

to utter a chord whose overtones are yet unheard

 

To intelligently spew diatribe

to unknowingly say what the tribe still cannot hear

 

For another’s chosen music, therefore

nimue always chants her wisdom to merlyn in riddles so

 

 

They nodded heads, tapped feet,

as the applause of water and fire clapping circles

 

Impersonated Finger-bobs and

so pointing to the path of the pathless warrior

 

Tried to find a reason not turn

nor turning but a double helix is always spiraling

 

The thirsty car back around.

the unquenchable black stallion already prancing

To a place where used beds

unfolding expose knights and virgins in white satin so

 

Sang gentle Siren lullabies and

suddenly from deeper silence hamani is harmonizing where

 

Dreams were of another’s

expectations fulfilling our aspirations our

 

Bright-blue existence.

our sapphire feathers our transgressive desires

 still2 (the astute will see that davidic star herein, the octahedron or elijah’s ‘chariot of fire’ or maybe just blue suede shoes or dorothy’s magick slippers?)

 

CPSINGLETON42

 

chétien marc valentin

(© 22 juli 2014)

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9 Responses to duets with other poets – madstoffa’s crunchy house!

  1. Interesting indeed. You’ve taken my poem down a very different road entirely. Well done FANKS!

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  2. Very interesting way of re shaping the journey of my poem by the talented dafreewhitewolfe

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