The crucifix is gone―
the
one I got discount,
for
singing a cappella.
I
quaffed enough blood,
dissolved
my fill of broken body.
It
served a melismatic purpose.
Chants
are replaced by BBC Radio 3―
all
the pizzicato that nailed fingers
cannot
convey.
I
learn to sight-read on my own,
toss
the tasteful ornament,
the
placid swaddling,
in
a box of discarded syntax―
rain heavy on the roof
like applause.
tk/June 2013
Thanks to R.A.D. Stainforth for another excellent read.
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| Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves |
How apropos for a Sunday morning. . And the last two lines...you should take a bow!
ReplyDelete...the tangible representation may have been gone... but it has left you with a perpetual unison deep inside... beyond what bare hands can map... and what poor eyes can drink... as always the readings & your poem makes a wonderful treat after dinner... loved it... smiles...
ReplyDeleteDamn it; I shall now forever think of heavy rain on the roof as applause!
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic, I love the last lines!
ReplyDeleteBravo! Applause here too!
ReplyDeletecause for applause- I too shall hear applause when the rains descend!
ReplyDeleteHave a great week Tess!
very compelling and thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteYes, i like that last bit, too. great write.
ReplyDeleteWe both were thinking of singing this week. Yours was excellent...
ReplyDelete'I quaffed enough blood,
ReplyDeletedissolved my fill of broken body' - yes, we all move on, one way or another.
Amazing, Tess!!
ReplyDeleteA crucifix gone...it can go in so many directions.
ReplyDeletewonderful painting. i grew up going to church. my mom thought it was a necessary part of parenting. dad rarely went. two views. during college, it all ended for me interesting theme arising from that painting
ReplyDeleteA crucifix, rain like applause ... so much to take from this
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ReplyDeleteLots of rain forecast for today but now will view it differently. Applauds for me while I am inside folding laundry and other fun necessities! I guess it's all in the perspective!
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