Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Troika

When I feel this way,
Nothing will do except that I have wood.

Wood in the strips dividing the window panes.
Wood in the frame of a picture on the wall.
Rotting wood birthing foxfire in the wild.

You are the wedge
Around which my heart is split,
Riven to its shivering core.

When I feel this way,
Nothing will do except that I have glass.

Glass the skin the rain crawls upon.
Glass the blanket over a sleeping portrait.
Glass the spirit jars hung from moody trees in the dusk.

You are the heat lightning
Around which my heart wraps, refracting
Colors where there were none, blood with no wound.

Listen...
The cuckoo kills, then sings;
The mother bird's babies on the ground
Like dead leaves.

When I feel this way,
Nothing will do except that I have water.

Water dappling the sill, like first signs.
Water rippling preserved paper against its backing.
Water falling from the oak leaves, into shadows.

You are the devil
Around which my heart curls
Like ashes, haloing the match that bore them.
_________

for One Shot Wednesday

27 comments:

~ Tabitha ~ said...

I've missed your posts,Fireblossom.
Your poetry is always like a side dish of imagination for me during a day.Thank you for writing - and posting some of it for us to read here.

Ily said...

Sophisticated and Edgar Alan Poe-like. I don't understand it but I like it. ;)

PS - How'd you get my eyes on that cat??

Brian Miller said...

you want glass water and wood...which anniversaries do these correspond to? exactly how are you feeling? nice write shay...

CM said...

Wow, so intriguing. The image of the cat...is that the connection?

ellen abbott said...

ooooo and ooooh

mac said...

You want everything !
And, you deserve so much more :-)

Lynn said...

Yikes - it's cool and kind of scary.

dustus said...

Brilliant poem full of feeling and observations about life and death. thanks, shay

faye said...

A very thought provoking poem..
I can relate on so many different
levels..sad in some ways.

Cloudia said...

Main dish daily special.

What will Shay say/Do next?!




Aloha from Waikiki :)

Comfort Spiral

razzamadazzle said...

I think I feel this way today. Even though this seems rather obscure, it really touches the heart. My brain is still trying to analyze it, but my heart resonates with it.

Teresa

TALON said...

"Listen...
The cuckoo kills, then sings;
The mother bird's babies on the ground
Like dead leaves." - so chilling, Shay.

Joanna Jenkins said...

Nice, nice, nice.
Cheers, jj

Riot Kitty said...

Very nice indeed :)

Senorita said...

ooh look ! Someone above has something to say in Chinese ! Hope you can understand !

I didn't know that you could have wood. Interesting tidbit, thank you for sharing !

Boonsong said...

I enjoyed this. Thanks.

All the best, Boonsong

Pete Marshall said...

shay..a special mention to this verse...

Listen...
The cuckoo kills, then sings;
The mother bird's babies on the ground
Like dead leaves.

i wanted to write that!!!! loved it..a fantastic poem..cheers Pete

Daryl said...

Not sad so much as honest introspection ..

signed...bkm said...

it is sad but you hit some core that is a part of life - there are opposites, always opposites - very Poe like and chilling....your reference to an..unsettled soul whose heart you wrapped around .is haunting.....bkm

annell said...

Yes, in deed, you must have it all. Thanks for your comment. I have often wondered, I didn't know the song. But perhaps others wonder too.

moondustwriter said...

Loved the elements of Wood, Glass and water

you always give love an edge.

I could feel the edge in this one.

Great One Shot Poetry again!!!


Hugs from the Moon

Eric Alder said...

When I feel this way,
Nothing will do except that I have Troika!

(It's a ride at Cedar Point)

mairmusic said...

This is a solid and intense poem, with a clear viewpoint-- nicely written!
http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/

PattiKen said...

This is so creative. When I feel like this, nothing will do except that I tell you how much I enjoyed reading this. So I am.

Sara said...

I loved what Pete Marshall said, except it's not just one line I want to write...I want to write all of them the way you do:~)

I loved the lines about glass. My favorite is "Glass the skin the rain crawls upon." This gives me goosebumps...it creates such a perfect image in my head.

Archy would be very proud of you:~)

Mama Zen said...

I love the image of the blanket over a sleeping portrait.

theskinoftheangels said...

Hello!
I liked your post. May I use your pic, obviusly putting its link?
Truly, I already did so, here:

http://theskinoftheangels.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/the-waves-susan-le-onde-susan/

May I?
:)