Wednesday, February 28, 2007

PT: After the close woven touch


After the close woven touch,
Thorn and velvet tongue-tapping
Spindrift night,
After the firm dovetailing of nerves,
Gunner, crack-shot, shell and ball
Bridging the half-way halves--
(Taking the moon by the teeth)
The seeded flesh
Masters the inhaling womb.
Bienvenue,
Galleries of manshaped boys
Kicking a bellyful of heels,
Roll, grasp, leap toward the burst light,
Tear through thickets of bent bone
And drowned dark, crush and wane
In the cruel sweet and endless forever,
And empty in the capsized bed.
Bienvenue,
The salt and watery boys
Riding the shipwrecked waves
Home.


(An old poem, written when I was young and easy, and under the spell of Dylan Thomas.)

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25 comments:

pepektheassassin said...

Hey. I thought it was Thursday. So I won't post it for another 24 hours. Okay?

wendy said...

Well done..early bird got this worm!

Brian said...

I love your poem, it has an easy rythm and pace. And I love all the neat words. :)

Natalie said...

I'm getting death from this poem. Soldiers and death on the battlefield. Tricky to understand, Dylan Thomas is such a master... really enjoyed picking this one apart.

Remiman said...

Pepek,
Been there!
You captured it well!
rel

DewyKnickers said...

Thanks for stopping by, I hope I didn't shock you too much.

Great poem, very dark and somber.

Rose

xo

paris parfait said...

It's a lovely poem, rich with imagery. And I like the use of the French "bienvenue."

Jessica said...

What a great poem -- everyone should be young, easy, and under the spell of Dylan Thomas. :) I especially liked the galleries of manshaped boys and the thickets of bent bone. Great images!

Tammy said...

War? Amazing images here Pepek. Well done!

Norma said...

I'm not sure what's going on here, but I love the words and phrases.

My PT is up.

z said...

I like the abstract and subtilty of the images you expressed.
I enjoy something that stretches my comprehension.

pepektheassassin said...

Actually, (shall I tell you?) this is about babies, well, boy babies, since that's all I had--conception, pregnancy, and birth. The gunner, crack-shot etc being, um, well, the one victorious sperm that cracks the egg, the kicking, rolling babies in their salt and watery...well, you aren't supposed to have to explain poetry. So that's all I have to say about that. To quote Forrest Gump.

Clockworkchris said...

I loved "Tear through thickets of bent bone
And drowned dark, crush and wane" but the whole thing was great.

gautami tripathy said...

Nice flow to it. Great imagery too. And home at the end of it. Works so well.

I loved Dylan Thomas too.

gautami
Parallel Streams

Catherine said...

I was thinking war too, until I read your explanation. Now I need to go back and read it again (but I had already decided that it is a poem worth reading over a number of times - beautiful language and rhythms)

Catherine said...

Now I've read it again, and it seems obvious :) Lovely! Especially "the salt and watery boys riding the shipwrecked waves home"

Crafty Green Poet said...

Ah, I kind of thought it was birth but then I read comments saying war and i thought war... It's interesting the different ways it can be read...

poet with a day job said...

okay my friend - that parenthetical at the end should absolutely be your title! I love it so much "young and easy" also - I love the poem, old or no! Really wonderful images, and sounds - I have to say: all the PT-ers this time around are really working sound and I couldn't be happier!

Tammy said...

I can see it now and I like it even better because I've been there done that :)

jillypoet said...

What a poem. Such great language. I want to copy almost every word onto my favorite word list. "Tear through thickets of bent bone/ And drowned dark" is a great line. "After the close woven touch" is also such a great opening line.

pepektheassassin said...

Thank you, every one. Loved having you all come by. :)

G'night.

twitches said...

I can hear the Dylan Thomas in this...lovely!

MARYELLEN said...

This is a phenomenally visiory poem. It picked me up and took me along and through the amazement of the whole process everyone of us experienced once upon a time before our eyes opened and we began the other journey.

Pam said...

What perfect imagery, and I thought it was about babies. That was my take but needed confermation to be sure.

I didn't put away my cape and tights, I'm not sure why you would think that. Never, never, and break up the dynamic duo?(I liked that) Not ever!

chiefbiscuit said...

This is very Dylan-esque - the Welsh Dylan that is ... A tremendous poem with weight and language to die for. The photo goes so well with it - I can identify!

BTW the dream you wrote about - the red house one - could be this week's poetry submission. I loved that!