Saturday, November 5, 2011

Poised Dead


It was my home, long before I died
and long after I died, so now
when I see the sparrows chirping,
I feel homely

I peep out to contain the mahogany
and walk the green skin of the earth
unafraid

I carve my home with the untiring
fingers, and the ornamental trees
exulting with me

I like talking about the unending
waters of the pacific and the
Madagascar with the graves

My people, as I say, these graves
are free silver hearts, none the
underground fighter

We walk our homes poised
away from the poker facet, so now
when I see that I am long dead,
I feel gratitude.

Posted for Magpie Tales

17 comments:

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Lovely.......
so very lovely.......
:)

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful write...

M. A. S. said...

This leaves me absolutely speechless. There are so many beautiful images, I can't even single out one. Amazing write.

Martin said...

"...walk the green skin of the earth
unafraid." Quite beautiful.

christopher said...

there is a touch of the eternal here.

Susie Swanson said...

Just beautiful Monika..

Kathy Bischoping said...

The double meaning of underground and the diasporic connection are super here.

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

lovely take indeed... like it!

JJRod'z

C.M. Jackson said...

Walk the green skin...beautifully written...

Tumblewords: said...

Beautifully intriguing.

Isabel Doyle said...

lovely lines

Mama Zen said...

Lovely!

Brian Miller said...

nice there is some really fine word play in this...being 'dead' has its advantages as we walk on...

Love said...

Nice and evocative indeed!! I like the simplicity and power of d piece

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Beautiful words.

Anna :o]

insanebloom said...

Perfect closing!!

Carrie Burtt said...

A glorious poem indeed!!