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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524
Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
#680413 added December 19, 2009 at 1:59pm
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"Becoming two" Ah... Penelope...

*Snowman* Today's scribble

Becoming two

As a bird builds a nest: ice clings to plum; cold blossoms where he can no longer keep you locked within his heart, must let your name leave the womb of his mouth, a newborn calf's tongue rasping salt off raw wounds, calm brown eyes becoming pools he dares not fall into... again. What a fool! To think he could keep you where he needs you the most, a pacemaker without which his pen pumps fresh cow dung, new compost.

         one melody
         becoming two:
         robin, worm

© Kåre Enga [166.340] 2009-12-18

*Snowman* Sketching it out:

I have no clue! There was a melody in my mind at the time, I suppose.

*Snowman* Other writers say...

SpokenVerse has done quite a few recordings of poets. Two of his readings:

Delmore Schwartz' poem "The Heavy Bear Who Goes With Me":



SpokenVerse reads Robert Lowell's "Skunk Hour":




*Snowman* Thou:

Being ill is one thing, not knowing what it is is worse. But, at least AL Author Icon sounds a tad better *Smile*. Maybe she's well enough I can tease her about the Anna's thins I bought... Originally from Stockholm, the one's I buy come from Alberta. Is there a conspiracy? Perhaps todirsa knows!

*Snowman* Me and Mine:

The rest of the story...

As she left, Penelope's green eyes begged me to pet her. Her soft mew said now would be a good time. That was after I had soaked in the tub after having cooked pork short ribs and beans, blowing bubbles the fragrance of rosemary and sage, relaxing while scrubbing my pants with a bar of Fels Naphtha.

She had fled from Apartment 4, snuck in my door, left her calling card on the bed. Ah... Penelope... next time I'll search before bathing.

*Reading* "The Chrysanthemum and The Sword", Ruth Benedict's 1946 book on Japanese culture. Wonderful cultural insight.

*Snowman* Montana: 29º and grey in downtown Missoula at 10 a.m.
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