Bone Music
But how to reconcile the difference? Consider
drag force, velocity at impact, position,
surface tension. Gravity. I drink more wine
and drift, trying to recall that last conversation,
those few sentences revised in the moment,
exhaled and consumed in passing. It’s
likely that fractured ribs lacerated the heart and
lungs, or severed major arteries. Sometimes
words evaporate, leaving behind only the faintest
residue. Or they might absorb the ocean’s power,
the beauty, the blackness of the deepest
nocturnal canyon or the weight of a dying
high mass star’s core, crushing any deliberation,
any attribution, with remorse. Sky above,
the earth below, silvered leaves. A shared moon.
This fluttering from great heights. The outward
thrust. The shearing. A fluttering within. Each
morning I acknowledge pain and fear, refleshing
the night’s bones phrase by delicate phrase into
numinous forms greater than their divisible
parts, their intractable sums, into bodies and
shapes extracted through a moment’s glimpse,
brief afterthoughts groaned across the opening
blue, saying I was right, I admit inaction, I
confess it all, water, water, I knew too little.
“Bone Music” first appeared in Gossamer: An Anthology of Contemporary World Poetry, published by Kindle Magazine in Kolkata, India. I was thrilled to have several poems included in the anthology.
Even I acknowledge my pain and fear.
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Something we all bear…
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Yeah.
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” delicate phrase into
numinous forms greater than their divisible
parts, their intractable sums”
Love it.
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I’m so pleased it resonates. Thank you.
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I really like this. In some ways this is different from your other work, though the word craft is so clearly you.
“Sky above,
the earth below, silvered leaves. A shared moon.” I like the way these pieces fly together to paint the scene. When I read it again, I had a flash of someone throwing velcroed patches at a felt board — observations made quick-quick for context even though the real meat of the memory is the jumper.
I absolutely love how you construct your poetry. It’s not lofty and obscure, but there’s enough metaphor to veil happenstance or the mundane into something that raises the curiosity. You have a gift.
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Thanks, Tami. This was very different at first, but changed over the course of about 15 months. It demanded density, and morphed from couplets into its present, rather heavy, form.
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I concur with Tami’s estimation of your gift for subtle brilliance that brings existential considerations into sharp, smart focus — at once transmuting abstraction into vivid, emotional immediacy… Your poetry is not for readers who don’t want to accept a certain amount of agency in deliberately negotiating your language and all its historical and cultural intersections — and yet, you’ve certainly reached a substantial audience, which I find heartening, and encouraging.
The experience you relate in *Bone Music* is largely about a kind of knowing in our bones that can’t be appropriated by language and translated into definitive fact. Being human and fallible (and fallen) limits our ability to secure meaning and discern truth in each present moment, as well as in retrospect. The bridge between our perception and the reality it tries to apprehend is untenable — even for the most well-intended and devoutly connected to pure experience among us. The very best we can do (while knowing it will never be enough to fix what is broken…), is the godly, creative work of “refleshing the bones,” of clothing the eternal mystery, the inaccessible weight of our (often too fleeting) existence, in holiness. Your poetry (particularly this piece) exemplifies an earnest, diligent striving to embody one’s best self, in bravely assuming responsibility for shortcomings and refusing to capitulate to the alternatives of willful ignorance, or stultifying despair. You offer your readers a realm of exquisite substance that is rooted in a universal experience under a “shared moon” without pretense to prescriptive knowledge of human spirituality. In my experience, many people find this degree of ambiguity disconcerting… but to me, it is precious.
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Thank you, Stephanie. I never know what I’m writing about until I write, but the common theme would likely be one of exploring or questioning the human experience. We live ambiguous lives – I would not know how else to approach life, or writing about it.
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the pace of this poem has something of wide water about it. i often find myself woefully inactive enough when i behold a body of water wearing its tongue on a shore line shaped like the hip of a goddess.
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Beware of shores shaped like goddess hips, Daniel.
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excellent advice. but, i’m a young man & prone to such weaknesses.
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Ah, say no more.
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I must say this is my favorite of your poems. To call it beautiful really does no justice. That was a well spent 15 months, sir. I thank you for listening to what the poetry demanded of you!
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High praise, Kathy. Thank you. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that when a poem says it’s not done, it’s not done. There’s no rushing ’em. 🙂
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you cease to amaze.
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Thank you.
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“…water, water, I knew too little”. That phrase, i know, will come back to me through veils of unconscious in many a midnight walk. Thanks for sharing your talent.
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Thank you for reading this, and for your kind comment.
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Many phenomenon of physics
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Physics intrigues me.
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Wow, I can feel the weight of each line, very impressive! I can’t imagine the process it took for you to develop your style!
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Thanks very much. Oh, it’s just a matter of writing daily and trying to improve. And reading!
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I’m glad I have the opportunity to read a lot through visiting various blogs. This one as well! Please keep it up!
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oh my god, this is beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Well done, Robert. Like fruitfuldark says, that last bit “…water, water, I knew too little” will stay with me.
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I’m so pleased that particular line resonates. I’d debated removing or replacing it, but…
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Absolutely beautiful. Loved this piece. Here’s hoping you’ll check out my blog too. ❤
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Thanks very much! And yes, I’ll be certain to visit your blog.
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You’re most dearly welcome. I’ll eagerly await a visit from your end too. 🙂
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I couldn’t resist commenting. Very well written!
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Thank you. I’m so pleased you couldn’t resist.
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reading “trying to recall that last conversation” and I’m immediately remembering someone lost, and how hard it is after all these years to recall the details – all I remember are the feelings, all I feel is their essence, their presence somehow still with me – a smile, a gesture and the love 🙂
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Or the smallest detail stays with you forever.
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True 🙂
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True 🙂
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Thank you.
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I absolutely love this one!
Fanta-bulous! If I may say so,
Loved it so much
Gonna read it once more…
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Thanks very much! I hope it’s still enjoyable on the second read.
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