with thanks to Mirabai, Lorca and Judyth Hill
I want my body to fall down
into a heap of sandalwood.
I’ve been made of crystal too long.
I have spent too many days
trying to love what I do not love.
I want my body to fall down
into a heap of mahogany.
You ask me why. The square root
of negativity is negativity.
My prayers want more than
a new language, they want
new lips, a new tongue.
Golden ideas hammer
against my facts. Before the moon’s
up, it’s already down.
I want my body to fall
into a heap of walnut or cherry.
Carve me into un violencello,
un bandalon, un arpa, smooth,
warmed and played
by curious hands into song.
The rose says this:
the square root of bliss
is bliss.
You go down several luminous byways with this one, Rosemerry, like many of your poems it’s “…played by curious hands into song.”
Hi Rick,
Thanks for the comment I felt danced down the byways, just as you say! My friend Judyth lead a workshop in leaping, and man, it was fun to take leaps!
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Sunday, November 20, 2016 at 10:02 AM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “The Soul Has Demands”
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