The One Where Her Antediluvian Phase Comes to an End

img_4644Amazing photo courtesy of Gabriella at dVerse.


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It’s a lonely place, this skin. We have gathered ourselves in small puddles, quiet drops. We’ve got no place else to go, but the trenches of these city streets. I have reached the end of myself again, stunned the eyelids of these building bones with my longing. Songs, unsung. Streetlights stung by silence. You say we’ve got about a million miles to go, but I know objects through these windows are closer than they appear. Hear the pitter patter of these tiny liquid stars? Someday we’ll know them, deeper than fingerprint or pane, stain ourselves with their knowing.

 

we are slow-spilled sky
and skeleton trees, sighing.
the wind has teeth.

 

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Oh, hai. We’ve got haibuns in the oven over at dVerse today, hosted by Gabriella.
She’s got some gorgeous photos to inspire you. Come play.

 

 

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26 Responses to The One Where Her Antediluvian Phase Comes to an End

  1. Janet says:

    over nad over and over you do it! steal my breath with your words! another word-wonder!

  2. Grace says:

    You have captured the edge of loneliness & I specially love this question:
    Hear the pitter patter of these tiny liquid stars? Someday we’ll know them, deeper than fingerprint or pane, stain ourselves with their knowing.

    De, this is a superb poetic prose and that haiku has teeth ~

  3. Gabriella says:

    Beautiful and forceful use of words! Your take on the photo is unique.

  4. Shawna says:

    You crack me up. “Hai bun.” LOL.

  5. Mary says:

    Ah, I have reached the end of myself some days too. Smiles. Liked the mention of unsung songs. Mine are legion! A million miles to go….whew, better keep moving! Good one, De.

  6. Goosebumps!! Your haiku packs a punch – or a bite…either way wow! I love this section:

    “Hear the pitter patter of these tiny liquid stars? Someday we’ll know them, deeper than fingerprint or pane, stain ourselves with their knowing.”

    So much to love throughout…your sound play is on steroids in a good way!!

    I really love the synchronicity in the “knowing” of your poem and the same word in mine! Neat huh!?

  7. Raindrops as stars! Perfection, De!

  8. Absolutely stunning prose and haiku. This is one of those poems I wish I had written…envy reigns.

  9. Suzanne says:

    This is very deep and quite chilling. A haibun to ponder.

  10. Bodhirose says:

    Love the “tiny liquid stars”…somehow adds a bit of hope to the longing.

  11. You look different in haibun clothes. I like it

  12. Bryan Ens says:

    “we have gathered ourselves in small puddles” – wonderful description of how we tend to cluster ourselves together in those city trenches. Lovely piece!

  13. So for the record, this is about Abraham’s wife, Sarai. She’s had it with all these promises of star-children. But she’s about to get her mind blown, isn’t she?

    Equally likely, or more likely perhaps, is that it’s about Noah’s wife. But I really like the star reference as being about her future children, even though she’s old and has never gotten pregnant.

  14. kim881 says:

    This is fabulous! I chose the same picture and am glad I didn’t use the work ‘skeleton’ for the trees because it fits so well in your haiku.

  15. Oh I love this… the start just pull me in, the lonely place of this skin… and I feel a cold loneliness only citiscapes can give…. i think i could quote the whole piece of prose.. I wish I had written it myself…

  16. ShirleyB says:

    Wonderfully poetic prose to gorge on.

  17. When the wind has teeth I stay indoors. My old skin is too tender!

  18. trishwrites1 says:

    ahh – another beautiful one…I was struck by streetlights stung by silence and loved your haiku too!

  19. kanzensakura says:

    I love the personification of the rain and the merging of them with us humans. I lovelovelove every line of this….bravissimo!

  20. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh my goodness, this is stunningly beautiful….the haunting perspective, the slow spilled sky, the wind having teeth, wowzers!

  21. lillian says:

    “It’s a lonely place, this skin.” This powerful sentence is prelude to all that lies after. Absolutely beautiful…raw with emotion. I am so drawn into your words. I was mesmerized….
    and then the spell was broken with “We’ve got haibuns in the oven.” 🙂 I think I wanted to dwell in the “slow-spilled sky” a bit longer.
    Really loved this piece!

  22. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    So beautifully expressed, I find it uplifting despite the melancholy.

  23. Cars.. trains..
    planes.. buses
    metal vessels
    and vehicles
    without a soul..

    Flesh enters..
    device
    exits metal..:)

  24. Before I read your comments about the inspiration of your poem, my interpretation took me to the thoughts of a homeless person. Either way, this is a stunning piece!

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