mercredi, février 02, 2005

i try to put her dreams down but they are crying in my sleep

the head turns and
the heart wanders

past cypress knees and
arms of lead
(wish you were in my pretty stead)
under water which never rises

this dislocated guilt!
this phantom pain!
this loss of nothing ever had

(you can lead a horse but
only i know what what was called for)

and this is how my garden grows,

5 commentaires:

  1. That was nice. I liked it.
    Not sure I understand it, but that's beside the point.

  2. Is this a poem of longing? I likes it, HP.

  3. "Like" is such a strong word... ;-)

    Cypress knees are cool, though. Sticking up above the water, they are pneumatophores which help water logged roots carry on gas exchange with the atmosphere. (Actually,I have heard an argument that very little gas exchange takes place and that they actually exist to provide stability in the swamp substrate.) Also, only mature cypress can tolerate submergence. Seedlings are killed by it and must be established during dry periods.
    (Obviously, I am quoting the hell out of things I found online.)

  4. Happy fat tuesday. Take some pictures for us.

  5. So... tell us about Marti Graw. Or do the locals completely avoid it?