Wednesday, November 01, 2006

the muddened bird

a meditation for a wednesday

a single pomegranate seed
tethered to its beak

at the moment of most credulity
an owl finch landed -

__one weak foot
___in the mud -

at the side of the road -
the one i limped in on

at the morning's call -
for neutrality or passion
i cried him into staying
that extra minute

and it was worth it
(our new mythology)

loosing the secret
to a friend

- the smell of the hemiptera
or the taste of medicine -

my tea factory
my affect - ness

refusing to disguise the lines
from what they really are

the bird's red cheeks
stained or blushed

from fruit or from honesty
still has one foot stuck in the ground

7 comments:

B Boutwell said...
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B Boutwell said...

a single pomegranate seed
     tethered
          to its beak
at the moment of most credulity
an owl finch
     landed---
          one weak foot in the mud---
at the side of the road -
the one i limped
     in on
          at the morning's call---
for neutrality or passion
i cried him
     into
          staying that extra minute
and it was worth it
(our new mythology)
     loosing
          the secret to a friend
---the smell of the hemiptera
or the taste of medicine---
     my tea
          factory my affect - ness
refusing to disguise the lines
from what they really are
     the bird's
          red cheeks
stained or blushed from fruit
or honesty
     still
          has one foot
stuck.

B Boutwell said...

Katy. I really! like this poem. There's music hidden in it.

katy said...

brian, thank you. i like how your version looks... all zig zagged. but i like the way mine reads better >_< only because i think i know how to read couplets now. (after a billion years of trying and trialing)

thanks for playing!

B Boutwell said...

Katy, you're welcome. Send me an e-mail about how you read couplets now. I'd like to understand your h[ear]ing of the poem[s].You know I always like putting my spin on a poem of yours that makes me react, and again, the poem[s], I like.

arch.memory said...

I like this old/re-emerging sense of mythology. And the appearance of more pomegranates!

katy said...

thank you ashraf. i am missing the birds and robots of the poemtree era of katy.
it's pomegranate season, and at the pet store the other day, we saw owl finches for sale. they're really pretty. if i ever got a bird, it would be one of them.
the mythology seems to unfold when i'm inspired by birds and fruit.