L'aura del Campo

"Becoming two" Ah... Penelope...

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

Sketching it out:

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

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":




Thou:

Being ill is one thing, not knowing what it is is worse. But, at least AL sounds a tad better . 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!

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.

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

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

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