Sunday, June 2, 2013

Communion




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.  

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves 

28 comments:

  1. How apropos for a Sunday morning. . And the last two lines...you should take a bow!

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  2. ...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...

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  3. Damn it; I shall now forever think of heavy rain on the roof as applause!

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  4. This is fantastic, I love the last lines!

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  5. cause for applause- I too shall hear applause when the rains descend!
    Have a great week Tess!

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  6. very compelling and thought provoking.

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  7. Yes, i like that last bit, too. great write.

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  8. We both were thinking of singing this week. Yours was excellent...

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  9. 'I quaffed enough blood,
    dissolved my fill of broken body' - yes, we all move on, one way or another.

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  10. A crucifix gone...it can go in so many directions.

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  11. wonderful 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

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  12. A crucifix, rain like applause ... so much to take from this

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  13. Excellent Virginia, i like where you are going with this.....porticoes of streaming data of a type i think i have nit seen before......

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  14. Lots 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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  15. Music, glorious music ~~ your poem made me want to sing,pick up my flute ... step inside an ancient church ~~ listen to the sound of a Gregorian chant.

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  16. Oh yes! I like the notion of applauding rain!

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  17. Memorable lines.."I quaffed enough blood".. and the body, broken..priceless!

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  18. Nice one, Tess. You've sent me searching for my own "box of discarded syntax."

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  19. man, some images, (be them audible "images"?) stay with you, and I love the diminished font of "like applause"... brilliant as always.

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