Friday, January 20, 2006

The dark speaks

in night visions
i watch my poems
write themselves
inviting me to disappear

into the wings of language
like the dark speaks
to itself
long after echoes have ceased


Blogger snowsparkle said...

nice description of losing the self and letting the poem (or the art) create itself. it's a good reminder and a way to guide myself into better writing. that fluid, intuitive state is something that eludes me more often than not lately. it's hard to dwell in the business world yet stay connected to my creative source. as always.... love the beauty and wisdom of your pieces. -- snowsparkle

1/20/2006 11:37 AM  
Blogger zhoen said...

The poems just use to to speak themselves.

1/20/2006 3:35 PM  
Blogger Brenda said...

I like how the referent for the second stanza, "like the dark speaks/to itself/long after echoes have ceased" could be you, the woman who has "night visions," the poet through whom the poems write themselves, the poems themselves, or even the dark into which everthing disappears. When I come to the latter as the possible referent, I am re-oriented, Escher-like, to re-enter the linguistic maze, because in that last stanza the dark doesn't disappear, but "speaks to itself/ long after echoes have ceased."

1/20/2006 4:07 PM  
Blogger Wenda said...

I love, when wandering through a rich forest, suddenly finding myself at the edge of a sunlit meadow.

That's what arriving here feels like to me.

1/20/2006 4:18 PM  
Blogger Frankie said...

As always, simply beautiful. I love the idea of the poems writing themselves, inviting you to disappear. Sometimes it's nice to be the spectator of our own creation.

1/20/2006 4:58 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

'like the dark speaks
to itself
long after echoes have ceased'

I think of an echo as a muted repetition of the self. Loved the last few lines here.

1/20/2006 5:25 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

Wow! Great!

1/21/2006 6:51 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely poem. I love when the idea runs away with you and writes itself.

1/21/2006 12:36 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Ah. This made me smile. How it feels when the wings of language take off and all you do it ride. "like the dark speaks/ to itself" Wonderful.

1/21/2006 2:05 PM  
Blogger Anna Piutti said...

This is very nice!
It's always fascinating to see things from a different point of view.

1/21/2006 3:53 PM  
Anonymous becca said...

the words envelope like a deep, black pool ... lovely

1/21/2006 7:49 PM  
Blogger alan said...

Almost afraid to comment for fear the beautiful words will disappear!

Thank you for them!


1/21/2006 11:31 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

The echos continue

Thank you!

Your words reach out

1/22/2006 5:08 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

The dark speaks
Très beau texte , je l'aime beaucoup ...
J'ai suivi votre conseil pour mon blog .

1/23/2006 10:24 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Jean, merci. Je suis heureuse que vous avez venu a lire. Je suis heureuse aussi a vous avoir offert un morceau de conseil parce que maintenant votre site web se marche beacoup mieux! Vous avez des photos tellement merveilleuse et tout le monde doit les voir!

If you all haven't checked out the photos Jean has at his website, you're missing something wonderful.

1/23/2006 10:56 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thank you all for your wonderful comments. I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Wenda, Crafty green poet, Alan, Carolyn, Jean... welcome! Thanks for visiting and commenting.

1/23/2006 10:59 AM  
Anonymous Jackal said...

What I was drawn to with this piece is that you can use the title and last line of each verse to give added emphasis.

The dark speaks inviting me to disappear.

The dark speaks long after the echoes have ceased.

1/28/2006 12:58 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Jackal, welcome! You have an interesting way of looking at the poem. Thanks for your comment.

1/30/2006 11:27 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

This turns on itself and then evaporates, like a dream upon awaking.

1/30/2006 8:09 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Yeah, it's a strange one, isn't it! I'm still not entirely sure what to make of it, myself.

1/31/2006 8:15 AM  

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