Me stays with meEvery time other passengers stand up and disappear
Leaving their shadows on the opposite seat…
Me reads to me
Every time my eyes give up torching
Throughout the corridors of countless pages
As if wading to deep cellars allurement of which
Is the promised unconsciousness,
Another form of sobriety.
Me colors me
Every time light beams within fail
finding a glossy finish outside
to reflect on freely.
Stitches purple dresses for me
Every time It feels cold
While touching the bloodless shadows.
Me speaks to me
Every time I miss badly
The fruitful conversations I had in the past
With those generous people
Who are now possibly under the risk of extinction.
Me invites me
For velvet evenings
Every time I get forgotten by those
From whom I least expect it .
Then hands me Japanese cherries
Playing a song from Lady Billie
Tenderly…
(photo by: Andrew Gray)
http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/90732/wish_you_love/Rachael_Yamagata_-_I_Wish_You_Love
http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/90732/billie_holiday/Billie_Holiday-Tenderly
8 comments:
That is just gorgeously beautiful. The images and the tone, the drifting quality, even in the darkest parts the poem has an effable beauty in it's sounds and structure. It is a like a wonderful vase or a slow dance. Exquisite.
Thanks Po! It is an honor to get a comment like this from such an amazing writer like you!
( Sending you invisible cherries now:) )
I love those trees... I tried to plant one but it never grew :)
lets go to japan for a cherry blossom festival one day...I would try wearing their traditional make up also(for a short time) :)
I was planning to go to Japan next winter ;) don't think the trees are there in winter but I'll try on their make up... and get you a sample ;)
Eywallah! :)
brilliant! exquisite writing, full of flawlessly flavoured (ok, i'm running out of f's here) imagery...
This is just gorgeous, Sherifa. It's prosepoem of ineffable beauty.
Post a Comment