Sunday, June 2, 2013

WEEK 9


THIS WEEK, five words from W.S.Merwin's "thanks":

Thanks

by W. S. Merwin

Listen 
with the night falling we are saying thank you 
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings 
we are running out of the glass rooms 
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky 
and say thank you 
we are standing by the water thanking it 
smiling by the windows looking out 
in our directions 

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging 
after funerals we are saying thank you 
after the news of the dead 
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you 
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators 
remembering wars and the police at the door 
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you 
in the banks we are saying thank you 
in the faces of the officials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us 
our lost feelings we are saying thank you 
with the forests falling faster than the minutes 
of our lives we are saying thank you 
with the words going out like cells of a brain 
with the cities growing over us 
we are saying thank you faster and faster 
with nobody listening we are saying thank you 
we are saying thank you and waving 
dark though it is.


THis Week's Words:

BRIDGES

GLASS

ANIMALS

DARK

MOUTHS



Happy Writing.

 

4 comments:

Faline said...

Wandering across bridges of glass over dark currents…

rivers…oceans…don’t look down…this animal that I am

doesn’t swim or fly…and gravity is constant…but still I

mouth attitudes to comfort those of my kind who follow and

expect to find me safe on the other side…waiting for them…(so

many other sides…so many glass bridges…so many dark currents)

still…they expect to find me there…. waiting.

Delaware "Del" Creek said...

4:25 A.M.BLUES

we are waiting in the small ways
that humans wait for each other
in the dark solitude morning in
the restorative hours of sleep
pinned with hope and trust to
the walls of our serene truths
we stand near the edge of bridges
and contemplate the river below
the river holding our strength
our sense of resonance like glass
and we are waiting eternally in
cool notions about time's effect
we hope our balance is still okay
we have so far to go and we go on
we speak words to the animals
like the deer nearby telling them
hello we are waiting to come home
our mouths are open we are here

Wesley Ford said...

POEM FOR THE WOMAN IN A BLACK BATHING SUIT

bridges of words
black bathing suit you
glass ocean
falling waves
dark fabric beauty
mouths on fire
animals making sounds
sounds making you
come alive with truth

tone deaf said...

Lived in the mouths of animals- I have.

Explored the teeth of beasts that swallow me- they would.

Let dark come what light may leave- it has.

Glass eyes and plastic hearts embraced me- they did.

Built bridges of matchsticks, soaked in gasoline- they were.

Offered my body to the moon, redoubled shone- it was.

Rebirthed in the pool of no past.
Rebirthed in the pool of no past.

Felt my skin brand new it is.
Backwards religion gave birth to this death, full grown.

Kicking and screaming, no sound it came- right now.

My feet touch the sky-they do.
My feet touch the sky- they do.