A Poet's Wish



Sometimes I wish that

the damned poem--

that wretched hag-maiden

of words and pauses and commas and ideas

and words words words--sometimes

I wish my hand-maiden,

smirking and taunting with

shielded eye and sinuous

shadow hidden in half-memory--

yes! THAT hag-maiden--right there!


Sometimes

I wish she would grant me a gift from

her treasure trove, a simple thing

from one who knows and holds

so much. . .


I would ask her to give me a poem whole,

a poem whole, rich in language from gods and gophers,

resplendent in thunder swans striking new life

into the centre of dewdrops.

This poem would gently fold

its completeness into my hand, my mind, my being

and vibrate there, every comma bristling

in Perfection..


Sometimes , perhaps in dreams like this,

the forging hand can indeed strike sparks

of gold on the anvil

and push back the shadows

in one master stroke

incapable of error.


But these moments of hope only muffle

for a quiet moment

the lyrical cackle of my maiden of choice

receding into the cavern of metaphors

where we

cohabit in

essential

disunity.

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Hyphenbird 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Oh, this is so true. The lady is a tramp to quote an old song. Disunity is a perfect word to describe it. At least the old hag allowed you that. Thanks Hyph.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Well... what can I say? :)


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moonfroth 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Hyph - many thanks

Hatter - you've been kind enough to respond to a number of my poems, and this is the second time you've said, "what can I say?" I don't know, but I'm curious. . .!


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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

It sounds like that hag maiden just gave you what you have been wishing for!

Original idea and I can relate so well.


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lilyfly 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

Haha! You haggle with the hag quite well, Moon. Make love to her-but at your own peril, she'll eat you alive! (I know she did me!)Lovely sing song cadence to this, halt, start, flow, halt, start,flow... Love it, as always, and wish I had such mastery... love yaz, lily


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savvydating 3 years ago

Our brains are curious things, moonfroth--so extraordinary and complex. Sometimes words and ideas elude us... for a while, and after a time they come through. But in your case, it seems to me that the hag maiden always expresses herself--just for you. You are superb at your craft. I love reading even a simple sentence from you.

Speaking of which, I tried to modify my comment (about the soul question) but I was unsuccessful. Suffice it to say, I accept your premise about my premise, but you can't blame a girl for trying ;)

But seriously, I did ask (at the end) if readers believe in a soul. So far, I have no takers, but I plod happily onward.

Voting up & awesome


Maud 22 months ago

Begun, the great internet edtoiuacn has.


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moonfroth 22 months ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico) Author

Maud -- not sure I understand your comment -- but you breathed some new life into an old poem I'd just about forgotten. Thank you very much!

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