Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Bells

Listen to the bells.

When they ring

In the early darkness,

They bring the snow.



I curl my bare toes around the top of the cold wrought iron railing

That circles the balcony

High above the headlights in the street

And the lovers on the sidewalk.



I am not young

And I never was beautiful,

But in my heart I carry the divine spark

And damned foolishness.



Spreading my arms as if I had wings,

I teeter in the shifting, chilly breeze.

I am losing the feeling in my feet.

I breathe in,

Breathe out.

I wave one arm, as if hailing one of the little taxis down below;

The sleeve of my red kimono makes me into a blooming rose...

I smell sweet,

I am temporary,

Barely here at all.



In my heart I carry the divine spark

And such damned foolishness--

The snow is pretty, all of it falling, earth-bound.

Hear the sound of the beautiful hollow shells and the strikers they need;

That's love, or something like it...

Listen to the bells.

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for One Stop Poetry

36 comments:

  1. These lines back to back are absolutely brilliant:In my heart I carry the divine spark
    And such damned foolishness.

    You and all of us are both temporary and permanent. Sooo lovely. You, Tiger-friend write some serious beauty into the world.
    xoxo
    Your weasel-friend

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  2. ah but for a moment up there perched you felt free...am i interpretting it wrong or are you listening to gunshots again?

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  3. You're so right, bells are only hollow shells without a striker. Loved this...cold, otherworldly and haunting.

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  4. FB....
    Deep and Beautiful.
    Just Like You.
    G.

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  5. great picture of red and snow...then "that's love or something like it" --- nice write Shay....bkm

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  6. I love your line, In my heart I carry the divine spark and damned foolishness.
    I've felt that, oh how true. lovely poem xo

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  7. Beautiful! I love your attention to detail. I can feel my feet going numb with cold as I read this. Nicely done.

    Teresa

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  8. My heart chimes resonate to your words - as always



    Aloha from Hawaii

    Comfort Spiral

    ><}}(°>

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  9. Liar, Liar, pants on Fire.

    It's not just me, but clear for all to see.
    You are beautiful, Silly.



    Still, a wonderful Poem :-)

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  10. Incredibly beautiful......I must read it again......

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  11. p.s. my email is down - I can only access internet - and cant shut my computer down. Ack!

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  12. well,i guess nobody is permanent at all darling, we are all that temporary and i believe it is all about that inside spark..:)
    STUNNING poem..love it :)

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  13. This is thoroughly haunting, and absolutely beautiful. The freedom it implies... I love it.

    www.angiemuresan.com

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  14. you had me right there next to you, watching you, feeling the wind, hearing your thoughts.

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  15. Beautiful and haunting...I adore it!

    Loved...

    "I am not young

    And I never was beautiful,

    But in my heart I carry the divine spark

    And damned foolishness.

    Wow!

    You are a real pleasure to read and I always look forward to your writing.

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  16. Very beautifully written, and very visual, love the feeling of standing high up looking down below...such an emotional flow I myself had to take a deep breath. Stunning work! ~April

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  17. i can hear them - and i'm right with you on that balcony - spreading my arms...wow shay - another fantastic piece!

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  18. This is wonderful.
    But in my heart I carry the divine spark
    And damned foolishness.
    The dichotomy of who we are, so well expressed.
    Is this a form poem? There seems to be a crescendo and then a dimunition.
    Victoria

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  19. You definitely have that devine spark! Nice One Shot!

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  20. oh, teetering on the edge, barely holding on to this life, this damned foolishness! Keep carrying that divine spark, as it inspires more than you know.

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  21. This is stunning absolutely...

    This stanza:
    I am not young

    And I never was beautiful,

    But in my heart I carry the divine spark

    And damned foolishness.


    Wow do I get that seems to be the refrain of my life...

    Love to you and please hug your baby deeply for me!!!

    xo g

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  22. This is absolutely ethereal, but you add details here and there that give it a really sensual earthiness. I really like this, Shay.

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  23. In my heart I carry the divine spark and damned foolishness.... what a nice way to say it. "Listen to the bells" I liked this one ... thanks for sharing...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
    Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/

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  24. Shay, your poetry's taking it to another level. "But in my heart I carry the divine spark / And damned foolishness." Found it chilling in part, and also uplifting.

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  25. You always have the absolute neatest and best imagery in your poetry, Shay. This poem is no exception. It's gorgeous! Sorry to be so late commenting - an insane day today.

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  26. i missed you last week...but back to enjoy your wonderful work...picked up on baby jane...very good poem..cheers pete

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  27. Wow Shay

    This poem makes a statement
    the speaker seeking freedom to be...

    I was waiting to see drops of red on the white snow - tho there is that read and white contrast looming

    Excellent One Shot my friend

    Did you hear about our competition that ends tomorrow???
    Would love you to submit - if not there is next time

    moon smiles

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  28. oh.... what i would miss if i did not stop by....

    *sigh*

    I hate the snow.

    :)

    but love your portrayal

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  29. I carry the divine. Great line. Love and Light, Sender

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  30. "I am temporary...barely here at all"
    Love those lines. can definitely relate to those. another great one :)

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  31. Seasonal and mood effective work, excellent word-pictures that stick out in the mind.

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