our home this bell inner shell curved well of love babies strung beads across center motion clapper sways rocking our children with ringing love as we collect meals sweet meat of flies torn life giving flesh no strife we live short sweet lives our home a shell of warmth and motion and songwe know not of others but as selves as one as food we love the bringers of blood for our children their final moments a chorus song of ecstatic singing agony we hear love with each tug and vibration we thank them-us and sing back their lives to them we feel as they feel as we are all one song life unto death unto life and yet again the vibration of eternal strings
our children stir and pour forth a flood of smallest silent clicks on shell of home we see and almost feel them crawl over and around and past us waves of waves of smallest blessings each one and all turn in alarm at brightness and heat as they reach outer rim and feel air pick them into its arms and carry up and down and all directions are one direction spreading collapsing union separation entangled in so many arms at once
and our mother odor leads them back now to tangled torn web our joy to spin to wholeness as over and again we learn to talk each to the many and our loving food hosts always to each of us feed our dreams the dreams we love we love we love
Why has nobody else commented on this magnificent piece - I will go now and tweet it to the rooftops because it is flash as flash is supposed to be; prose as sweet and imaginative and rhythmic as the spinning of a web.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
Holy singing poetry, Batman. This is gorgeous. Just gorgeous and splendid.
ReplyDeleteI'm going off to tweet it now, too. Thank you for this jewel.
I'm glad two of my favorite fellow writers above feel the same way as I do, Mike... Stupendous.
ReplyDeleteWow. Stunning work. Lyrical and vivid and hypnotically lulling all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteTalk about favorite writers ... three of my all time favs: thanks to all of you! I'm officially stunned.
ReplyDeleteAnd can't tell you how much I appreciate the RTs!
I love this!!
ReplyDeleteHonestly? The first time I came I got dizzy. I returned to the work I was supposed to be doing, played with numbers while listening to youtube songs and then came back. The music probably opened my right side brain again.
ReplyDeleteThe second time I read this like a breeze. Lyrical, beautiful; this one I want to read out loud and see where I stop and how the meaning changes but the song underneath still rings clean. This is amazing work Mike.
This is just quite amazing. Read it twice. The second aloud. It is music...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.
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ReplyDeletebrilliant, flowing, paintedwithwords perfection.
i weep in envy.
Okay, I'm back...
ReplyDeleteHere's what I love about this piece--the way it is written forces each reader to find their own breaks, their own pauses... it changes rhythm with each reader.. something that is written to be read by many becomes a completely individual thing.
that concept alone is brilliant.
vandamir, Marisa, lynn, thanks so much. I'm quite gobsmacked by how this seems to affect folks. Especially that it makes them want to read it aloud.
ReplyDeletequin, the idea that this piece takes on unique character for each reader, and especially your analysis of why, is deep insight. I confess I had no idea it might have that effect.
pegjet, I'm deeply honored that you chose to return. To be read and appreciated by such a fine writer ... I'm speechless.
This is very lyrical prose and perfect for a short flash of such momentum. Thanks Quin for forwarding me here, and thanks Mike for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteJohn, your time, energy and expertise are priceless. Thanks much for the comment!
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