Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Early

Move in and out of the absurd
margins of sleep, reach out a hand
enough to be held.  It seems I might roll
the shadows up tightly,
keep them somewhere strange.


Posted by at 7:48 pm
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13 comments:

Lucy said...

Still feel very uncertain about posting stuff like this; decided against, then did, then nearly pulled it, then thought it'll turn up on feeds, and anyway I quite like the picture...

More verbal doodling, perhaps too fragmentary, please feel free to pass over without comment.

8:48 pm
Zhoen said...

Do more of this. Lovely strange, full of corners.

9:54 pm
PurestGreen said...

I also love this. In so many ways it was just what I needed to read this evening. Thanks.

10:34 pm
Rouchswalwe said...

... like the look of this one, Lucy. Feels familiar ~ edgy ~ makes me reach for my volume of Mascha Kaléko poems.

11:54 pm
Dick said...

Beautiful, both. I love the idea of the absurd margins of sleep. Keep them coming, Lucy.

7:42 am
Dale said...

reach out a hand / enough to be held

love that.

7:47 am
Roderick Robinson said...

Having come up with so many boo-boos recently I could fairly be described as The Flying Omelette and I'm tending to hold back when it comes to commenting on poetry. But here at least is evidence of that point I made so maladroitly a week or so ago. Our traces through the blogosphere are always more than what is simply written and/or pictured. Having read those five lines I come away with new light on a paradox that has been accumulating since the heroic piece on grouting: Lucy the hard-nosed, vulnerable to fantasy. Not a major discovery but there'll be other bricks (not the dropped variety, I'm sure) and the wall will get longer.

4:07 pm
Unknown said...

It's surprising how things one feels one want to apologise for turn out to be remarkably good. The poem is fresh and has a steely truth about it. I love the way the golden leaf seems to be holding a livelier one in its jaws.

6:19 pm
Lucy said...

You are dears. I wrote it when I first got up, and snipped out the photo, then really was unsure and didn't post it. I looked at it again and redrafted it a bit, but still hesitated... anyway, goes to show you never can tell! Also that if one can just hold those threshold sleepy moments long enough, something can sometimes come of them.

What looks like a smaller leaf in the picture, Joe, is actually a tear in the larger one, showing the lighter surface of the leaf behind. I like how cropping confounds these things.

Talking of apologising for oneself, BB, can you please hold off from your diet of worms? Your standing is very high with me and you would have to say something truly outrageous to bother me one whit.

Mind you I thought I might have pissed Dale off by poking fun at his black mood, so it's nice to see him here!

Thanks, all, for the encouragement.

6:32 pm
apprentice said...

"enough to held" is lovely

6:38 pm
Jan said...

WE "looked" at sleep...the wonderful unknown realm we all visit(!)...in my class this week. Some marvellous writing, prose and poetry...it's one third of our lives and it's secret and such a clouded, magical mystery..

9:22 pm
Pam said...

Lovely words and thought but I'm glad you explained the picture. I couldn't work it out at all!

Thanks for directing me to TG also.

9:59 pm
herhimnbryn said...

Lucy, this is a gem.

11:06 pm

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