If we lie next to one another, do you think we’ll forget the world? If our fingers hunt like tongues, do you think we’ll stumble upon silence?
The dream begins the same, I’m older, my mind and body, slower. The dream ends the same, you lying next to me, fingers wagging.
If we rest next to one another, do you think we’ll fail to notice war? If our tongues search like fingers, do you think we’ll assemble peace?
Naked, both shining with grief, we sense the other’s bones like a sniper, spin new selves with each innocent, (child, dream, mother, hope, father) slain.
Tonight we’ll unwind nightmares, our imaginings, dreams, will begin the same, mind and body slower, wagging, tongues speaking the drama from slumber.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
The dream begins the same, I’m older, my mind and body, slower. The dream ends the same, you lying next to me, fingers wagging.
If we rest next to one another, do you think we’ll fail to notice war? If our tongues search like fingers, do you think we’ll assemble peace?
Naked, both shining with grief, we sense the other’s bones like a sniper, spin new selves with each innocent, (child, dream, mother, hope, father) slain.
Tonight we’ll unwind nightmares, our imaginings, dreams, will begin the same, mind and body slower, wagging, tongues speaking the drama from slumber.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
Very nice, TPM.
ReplyDeleteKinda makes you wonder how love evolved.
ReplyDeleteLove it TPM. Love and war are sometimes one and the same, although love sometimes helps you forget war and vice versa. good stuff
ReplyDeleteYou gotta make love to give birth to the new year.
ReplyDeleteI love both works of art. Poem and painting.
ReplyDeleteFrederick- I agree.
Nice, Poetry Man. Some complicated and overlapping questions.
ReplyDeleteTo embrace life is to embrace an enigma.
ReplyDeleteI should start doing a poetry website myself, people look at me weird when I sometimes spout certain nonsense while it's actually poetry that I'm "trying" to do :)
ReplyDeleteMark, thank you for this beautiful and erotical poem. When I read it I had the impression to paint again this woman and to live the message you intended to convey. Text and image make one big piece here.
ReplyDeletejohn good,
ReplyDeleteThank you...
fernando,
It certainly does make one wonder...
graeme,
Thank you. Visa versa is like a double edged sword, eh?
frederick,
That's the plan... :>)
Mary,
Thank you... Ben's art is a great compliment...
Helen,
Thank you.
Case,
Enigma indeed.
Ben,
You, my fine artist friend and associate, are most welcome.
Ken,
Perhaps you should...Your irony has been noted.
TPM, your verse got me to thinking...again...about the paintings of Philip Guston. Perhaps the imagery of lying together. I think that Guston did a lot of huddling, a lot of searching at the end of his life, consumed by a lot of self-doubt.
ReplyDeleteHow's that for a non-sequiter?
kvatch,
ReplyDeleteNon sequitur indeed! Ha! "It does not follow", but I do...
;>)
By the way, kvatch,
ReplyDeleteI love Phillip Guston's work. He is a great abstractionist and expressionist and an even better abstract expressionist! :>)
HCG,
ReplyDelete"without love"... we'd still be rubbing two sticks together.
Nice
ReplyDeleteExcellent and thought provoking!!
ReplyDeleteLove it!!
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