a poem by Rumi for the weekend of the rising of the blue moon on this last day of July , 2015 … for you my dear friends , in gratefulness and always love , megxxx
Month: July 2015
The Same Place
I kiss you
with a mouth
of river hurricane
the fiddle she gave you
crushed by my wild waves .
you took her
to this same place
the crown of Lake Superior
her wedding veil
floating
you did not see
deception in her curls
destroying you .
I am not another
with her eyes blind
I wonder do you
hear my accordion
the one I don’t
even know how to play .
You took me
to another same place
your heart cuts wonder
into my breath
the sigh of
your names together
carved like burning
tatoos into Cedar towns
storage barn
freezing
my words to silence
my dress of purple moaning
falls from the
branches of my shoulder
snapped by her sly scent
of flowers when crushed
that reside in wounds
you cannot hide .
the gods descent
watch me fall apart
walk on , walk on
I wonder do you
hear my accordion
the one I don’t
even know how to play .
credits : photo of Tree by Leanne Cole Photography at leannecolephotography.com ( fellow WordPress friend )
Two Hearted Landscape by Dan Cook Photography
Land Above the Bridge
thru one thousand words I crawl
watched and eaten by maggots and mole
here beneath county Keweenaw fog
look , her nightgown full of blood drips
oozing , oozing , gasping Lake Superior squalls
lay it all down
lay it all down .
words turned to mural by flying creatures crowd
the furious , frenzied fresco , lake eye sky thunders
words buried , stones too , below the blowing dune
the palace of gods mind a slumbering castle of sand .
see Santero , the saint carver .
lay it all down
lay it all down .
a glistening far far around the fog
I cannot die it sang too high I don’t know why
I don’t know why all the birds on the wing together sing
Allah , Allah , juniper jewels open his mouth
silence , silent screams , swallowed words
lay it all down
lay it all down .
the towns name is Detour
where I long to drink the running deer
arise , arise the weeping poet cries
from the ground musk staying warm
the Sandhill Crane dies .
lay it all down
lay it all down .
crows fall , stones call
lay it all down , lay it all down
pungent , paralyzing scent of grace abides in this misplace .
It’s Here
This is is where I live – it’s here . I miss you . The land called Michigan is mysterious , paradoxical , soulful , wild – we all have lake in our eyes here . It’s here too that I think of you … your stories , your poetry , your photos , your places . I want to tell you something , it’s this , you are not far from me . I’ve come to know you as friend in discovering the dance of your words and spirit . I want to tell you that I remain so deeply grateful … the waters surge … and you are here .
with love glorious,
meg
Credits : first two photos of Lake Michigan by Dale DeVries Photography … Third photo of children swimming by my son Ted Ippel .
