Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Strong current

he holds her like a woman
cradled against his shoulder,
her curves and the
soft shadows of her hollows
warm and subtle,
but the voice is his —

every pluck, every buzz
of a resonant depth
that vibrates the skin
and stirs within,
the drag of bow
a slow
touch that feels its own
tender friction,

his hands move up and down
the smooth neck,
tendons flexing
as fingers slide and reach,
finding precise beat
and intonation,
pulling vibration
from the depths of
a rounded belly —

song of pulse,
song of throat and hips
and soul,
song of earth and tides,
of hush and sigh,
undercurrent
and slow undertow




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I'm out of town briefly this evening so don't know if I'll be up for posting tomorrow.

10 Comments:

Blogger Brenda said...

The slow ease with which you take me, as reader, into this portrait of a musician and his instrument (cello?) which is also his lover/his muse is sensual and wonderful, and I especially like how you don't just leave it there, but connect to the pulse of creation, the resonances of the many currents in the song of the body, soul, world itself.

2/07/2006 2:30 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

brenda said it best: "slow ease".

2/07/2006 8:03 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

He caresses his instrument to play his soul through her, as you caress them both with your words.

2/07/2006 10:09 PM  
Blogger alan said...

Something that is so hard to capture, that bond between soul and instrument; you did it so well!

I miss being able to play...it was a way to "let it out" without having to find words...

alan

2/08/2006 2:25 AM  
Blogger Jean said...

"chanson de l'impulsion,
chanson de gorge et de hanches
et âme,
chanson de la terre et des marées,
du silence et du soupir "

J'aime beaucoup votre poème !!!

2/08/2006 5:02 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Mmmmm!

2/08/2006 6:24 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Brenda and Patry, thank you. I wasn't sure how this poem would be received, but I think you got it.

Mermaid, um, yeah, basically, that's it. !! ;-)

Alan, ohhhh, you should be playing again, I think! No? Yes? Yes....

Merci, Jean, je suis impressionee que vous lirez mes poemes. Vous avez une facilite bien forte pour la langue, evidemment. Je pense que je ne pourrais pas faire la meme en francais! Je suis heureuse que vous venez a lire souvent! Je vous remercie, je suis honoree.

Mary, thank you! :-)

2/08/2006 8:33 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

Your poem made me want to leap about with joy, like a well-fed calf. The dance, the love, the bond between the instrument and instrumentalist is sensuous, deep. It is full of life, of movement, and of purpose. It makes me want to pick up my violin again today and just feel his curves.

2/12/2006 10:50 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Amy, I couldn't have asked for a more appropriate response than yours. Thank you so much. Go make beautiful music!

2/12/2006 2:23 PM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

*sigh* What a nice way to wake up -- to find someone brave and creative enough to post fresh fragrant poesm (mostly) daily. Thanks for this and others. May I put a link to your site on mine? Would like to share with friends...

2/24/2006 4:19 AM  

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