More Surely (One Matutinal Devotion)

If daybreak brings
Offerings
Endowed doubtlessly
To be endured, more surely,
To be ignored,
What tide ebb shell
Offering
Alongside lung exhale,
Shallow and
Short?

much

often it's uncertain to see,
to see the true things through
but certainly sometime's there's time
when surely much of what's new
when noticed might matter
to you or rather
to me



"Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing,
moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just
common sense, dancing" -William James

Optimism (though I'm thrilled about Washington D.C. this may be closer to home)

if it's a house of cards
doesn't it have to collapse?
but doesn't the half of the yard
darkened on full moon shadow
hoard & house & highlight
fireflies?
always a flame
folded within the bleakest black chamber?

Poe 1/19

from "ALONE" written by Edgar Allen Poe


"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone."


"The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, inevitably that which also
makes you lonely" -Lorainne Hansberry


may you ever rest in peace (?)

sea foam phantoms

very lately
I've looked to see,
just off a shoulder,
sharp left outside a window,
just off camera,
someone or thing, I think.
The there, then not trick.
Here, I'll see it
here I'll see it for what makes sense.
Y'see, I've evidence.
sea foam phantoms
left a belated beat back,
just after this wave sweeps back.

I don't think it's drink
or the hours I should sleep or
all the private pranks I
fall for.
I'll envision these

green sea black deep.

and me, nights away from a call

"The speech we hear is an indication of that which we don't hear..It is a necessary avoidance, a violent, sly and anguished or mocking smoke screen which keeps the other in its true place. When true silence falls we are left with echo but are nearer nakedness. One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant strategem to cover nakedness."
Harold Pinter
Oct.10,1930-Dec.24,2008
RIP

beloved Other

I've always enjoyed artistic works where the first persons point of view is stunned w/amazement (if they notice)when they encounter their own reflections. This might take the form of an alter ego, or maybe a doppelganger (or double, we all have 'em they say), or maybe just an illusion, a phantom, or a dream (or is it?)
Brilliant Argentinian tale teller Borges is so good at this smokemaking where truth may or may not be glimpsed.(and "the Other" is there) Someone who I think of as a classical romanticist, late Polish film maker,Kieslowski ,though offering more well known fine films, he has me spellbound with "The Double Life of Veronique". Someone who I think of as a classic romanticist is Robert Smith and his band The Cure.Many of his songs will take you to the middle,between the lines, to the unexplainable ("This Is A Lie" reflects on reflection for me)
Years ago, a love gave me Shakespeare's Love Sonnets. I tried to rouse & then maintain enthusiasm about them but their foreignness did not rhyme with my world, I abandoned them quickly.
Recently, I took immediately to the beautiful riddle-ishness in loving praise & passion of the spectre of the beloved Other.

Sonnet XLIII
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
For all the day they view things unrespected.
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day.
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.