Friday, July 28, 2006

Low wind

tilt your face to feel
the soft heat that presses to
whisper secrets here

already they slip
from that long rough tongue into
the shell of your ear

the unsteady beat
of the wind's sound in the grass
rivets your heart through

slowly unwrapping
turn by turn under the sun
the wind unwinds you

feel the wind run raw
rhythms through your pulsing veins
sounding red through them

how does the wind know
which songs soak through your bones just
as if you knew them


Blogger Frankie said...

Another stunning poem, MB. I love the image of songs soaking through your lovely!

7/28/2006 10:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is magnificent. I love the songs soaking through your bones, too. I also love the wind unwinds you. Beautifully intelligent play on words.

7/28/2006 11:57 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

"that long rough tongue"... tells me this is a beautiful resonance between wind, earth, beloved dog, you... love this.

7/28/2006 12:12 PM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Yes, songs soak through your bones is simply stunning.

7/28/2006 12:17 PM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

i just wanna sigh every time i read your sensual...

7/28/2006 12:32 PM  
Blogger alan said...

Feeling the warmth, the wind, the music...


7/28/2006 8:00 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

I couldn't stop reading this poem again and again--how it feels more vividly alive each time, and reveals each subtle rhyme...I missed the rhymes the first time until the last two stanzas, then went back--it was like a treasure hunt!
(plus the lovely vowel and consonant patterns)
Oh, and by the way, your comments on my blog mean so much to me...thanks always...

7/28/2006 9:18 PM  
Blogger Richard Lawrence Cohen said...

Well, I'm forced to echo previous commenters: I too love "the wind unwinds you" and the hidden rhymes (which I didn't get at all till Firebird mentioned them) and the final stanza. And of course that linked-haiku form. Really nice. And like Firebird, your comments on my blog mean so much to me...thanks.

7/29/2006 5:47 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for leaving kind thoughts on my blog. I, like the others before me, enjoyed this poem very much. Low wind is a great title. I wish I wrote as you; there is much to learn.

7/29/2006 7:26 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Read this, and it made me want to jump in my car for a ROAD TRIP -- but only if my car was an ol' beater-mobile with roll-down windows, cracked windshield, and a thrumming V8.

Something full of a wild-heart summer in here for me.

7/29/2006 8:37 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

How does the wind know "which songs soak through your bones"? Love it!!

7/30/2006 4:14 PM  
Blogger Becca said...

a poem to read a hundred times over ...

7/30/2006 7:51 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

ahhhh, MB, you are the great artist of words, painting scenes which, like magnets, hold us fixed.

7/30/2006 11:08 PM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

lovely! it is all music - some of the songs are new and some as old as the earth. love reading here!!

7/31/2006 10:54 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Thank you all for your wonderful comments on this. I am honored to have careful and discerning, as well as supportive, readers!

8/02/2006 7:24 PM  

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