Thursday, December 15, 2011

Thursday Mammal Muse IT'S JUST SAND


Mammal Muse

A friend brought this video to my attention, saying
"He does it for wholeness."
Here it is for anyone who missed it.

 
http://youtu.be/H6ZqKmaN2qw



Prose Poem 
(untitled)
 
One blue planet suspended in space - the smell of plants in a garden - air shifts - colors of sky - taste of dirt - vertigo as earth rotates and spins.  The way perception proposes that sun is passing, or moon rising - how gravity holds me here, thoughts still popping like hot tarts from my mind oven - always cooking up, or stirring some brew of memory and conjecture.
Then a moment when, so entirely consumed that tyranny is suspended, the sands of time run out.
I live for that.


5 comments:

deanna7trees said...

so glad you posted the 'sand dancer'. now if i want to get back to it, i know where to find it. and that poem...so many wonderful visuals but i wonder about those last 2 lines.

Ms. ∆×∆p×≥h/4π said...

What do you wonder?

deanna7trees said...

sounds like you are waiting for time to run out? or am i misreading it?

Ms. ∆×∆p×≥h/4π said...

Oh--well, although having to explain suggests to me that I have left too much to interpretation, I am inclined to think that such is inevitable with the written word. None the less--the poem suggests that the churning mind stops at certain moments, and at such times the tyranny of time bound thought runs out. I live for that, but am not waiting. it's the sort of 'consummation' greatly desired that simply happens. It can not be forced, scheduled or planned for. it's a gift.

deanna7trees said...

i'm not good at interpreting. it has nothing to do with your writing. i now understand.