Tuesday, December 04, 2007

where the heart-beat (drum) leads...


i sent a poem to the star-
walker, though i didnt mention her,
just the knowledge she imparted, and she in turn responded,
"you can't help but to write
your emotion, at the moment you were born,
neptune, ruler of all symbolic, of your charted
waters- king neptune, with his mad poetic
charm did court both venus and luna,
when venus, bells ringing as deep in love she fell,
and swore never again to speak,
not to any other orbital place
moving through the sky", and so i learned the venus
heart shines only through neptune's eye

i dreamt about the proverbial teacher once
and again last night, the dream scanned close to face.
almost nose-to-nose, she said
"don't you get it yet?
there is purpose to the prose-an explanation needing space,
tell why you shower her in verse!"
most hesitant of guide, i rehursed,
words spin when we meet,
they come when you're self-employed.
you are the change you mean to create,
Teacher, do tell
a story beyond the star-
walker, include the starry truth as well-

and Teacher, you have requested (many, many times)
"i dont want to connect, but to know my affect..."
so understand- poems, the melodies dont sing for you
there are those who will learn from my studies,
instead, i give what is asked for-
i take you in- the muse, creating
change- change is poetry
and poetry, change-there is no doubt
nor does it mean you differ from anyone else
and yet, poetry does'nt fulfill your desire-
well, too bad. i will let you know how you inspire
with your metaphorical ways
(theyre not so different from mine)
and what you do with the outcome, well, that is up to you
sincerely, in kind,
the committed student





Song of the day: darling, dont cry- buffy saint marie

(i tried to finish up the editing while listening to "star walker", but it just wasnt working, so i switched tracks)

1 comment:

hess's first edit said...

i sent a poem to the star --
walker, though i didnt mention her,
just the knowledge she imparted, and she in turn responded,
"you can't help but to write your emotion,” she told me.
”at the moment you were born,
neptune, ruler of all symbolic, of your charted
waters -- king neptune, with his mad poetic
charm [courted] was courting both venus and lunea,
when venus, deep in love she fell,
and swore never again to speak,
not to any other orbital place
moving through the sky," and so i learned the venus
heart only shines through neptune's eye

i dreamt about the proverbial (T)teacher once
and again last night, the dream[t] panned [zoomed/] (?) close to her face.
almost [eye-to-eye/pupil-to-pupil][no’s-to-no’s] nose-to-nose, she said
"don't you get it yet?
there is purpose to the prose"

an explanation needing space,
telling why i shower you her in verse:
dear most hesitant guide, i rehearsed,
webby words spin when we meet,
they come when you're self-employed.
you are the change you mean to create,
T(t)eacher, do tell a story beyond a star-
walker, include the starry truth as well-

but T(t)eacher, you have requested (too many, many times)
"i don’t want to [affect] connect, but to know my affect..."
so understand -- poems, the melodies don’t sing for you
there are those who will learn from my [songs] studies,
instead, i give what is asked for --
i take you in -- you are the a muse, creating
change -- change bringsing poetry
and poetry [flowing into] brought change -- there is no concern about it
nor does it mean you differ from most who amuse
and yet, poetry doesn’t seem to fulfill your desire --
well, too bad. i will let you know how you inspire
with your metaphorsical ways

(they’re not so different from mine)
and what you do with the outcome, well, that is up to you
sincerely,

warmly,

and

beside myself,
the

committed,

student

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