Friday, September 29, 2006

Inhabiting the body






















sole on the cool metal rung of the stool
hand warmed in a puddle of sun under a window
tongue still tasting the moment of bitter coffee
arms sliding in the smooth underside of velvet

eyes and ears soaking in curves of wood and fingers
over lines of brasswound string
notes singing through the body
touching the innermost drum

resonant skin and hollows
time and tongue
breath and beat
body a concert of organ music

18 Comments:

Blogger zhoen said...

Such intimate photos these days. Endearing.

9/29/2006 12:12 PM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

i love this idea of focusing on each part of the body then bringing them all together

9/29/2006 12:24 PM  
Blogger polona said...

body as a musical instrument... beautiful!

9/29/2006 12:47 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

what an orchestra!

9/29/2006 1:24 PM  
Blogger Stray said...

yes!

just where I'm headed ... I hope. :)

love the double meaning of organ music. Fab MB.

9/29/2006 1:35 PM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

The inner most drum resides in so many places. I like thinking of all of them.

9/29/2006 4:11 PM  
Blogger Pecos Blue said...

the description makes me feel like I am there on the stool with you.

9/29/2006 7:12 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

Nice! and I am starting to feel better, Thanks!!

9/29/2006 8:00 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

What a lovely wake-up meditation this post makes.

9/30/2006 6:47 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

The simpleist things hold the whole moment-intriguing picture-it works so well with the words

9/30/2006 9:53 AM  
Anonymous Becca said...

how do you do this ... morning after morning ... amazing.

9/30/2006 1:22 PM  
Blogger narrator said...

see, this is why I love Brenda's site, I meet great writers... I should have looked before, but here I am and I'm thrilled with your words...

"eyes and ears soaking in curves of wood and fingers
over lines of brasswound string"

so perfect

9/30/2006 8:33 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Loved hearing the last verse as a song.

9/30/2006 9:23 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Nailed it with "organ music". I soaked in some of those "curves of wood and fingers over lines of brasswound strings" myself Saturday morning!! But, yours would've been worth listening to!!

10/01/2006 4:14 PM  
Blogger chuck said...

When you are lost in the playing of music...and the music 'plays' you--you become the instrument...ah, why be literal?--it's a nice piece of verse!

10/01/2006 9:22 PM  
Blogger floots said...

loved this for its serious side but also for the wry smile in that final line
thank you

10/02/2006 10:44 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

I'm grinning :-) I love it when this synchronicity happens. Thank you for your joyous connection with so much in the world, and with my spirit as well.

David

10/04/2006 7:19 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Zhoen, I guess not all of them, huh!

Michelle, that's much the way I view the world, the way the particular makes the whole.

Polona, thank you for understanding!

Sky, thank you!

Stray, glad you caught that. Me too, I hope.

Robin, there are many innermost drums, it's true.

Pecos blue, happy to have you here.

rdl, I'm very relieved to hear that. Thanks for letting me know.

Pauline, much appreciated.

Narrator, thanks for stopping by and reading. I'm pleased you enjoyed your visit.

Mermaid, and I love that you hear it that way.

Pat, thanks as always for your kind words!

Chuck, I like the way you put that, the music 'plays' you!

Floots, thanks very much.

David, I see what you mean about synchronicity. Thanks for stopping by and expressing your joy!

10/05/2006 11:08 AM  

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