Friday, January 05, 2007

Max ~~ anna hood

These days I feel
I’m only a shadow
iridescent as mist
an echo of old Stones
songs an invisible woman
speaking foreign tongues.
Silent as a fish.
Quiet as the dead.

Night thoughts are not
day thoughts and in winter
words tremble at the edge
of sleep messages
heavy with the smell of cold
heavy with regret
forgotten ideas
for things said or not said
thick with sadness.
Friends appear on indigo wings
now and again but mostly
drift by on a sea of past years.
Sometimes they die.

Flying is not all
it’s cracked up to be.
Damn hard work
mostly repetition
lungs pumping
with only the sound
of wings and voices
like broken mirrors
sliding between stars
dead planets
and words hurled in anger
never to be reeled in.
Sometimes you see the earth
as you’re falling.

An old friend died
the other day
burning a hole in the sky
taking with him his thoughts
his music, a violin perhaps
an organ playing Bach
shimmery in the cobweb corners
of my mind or maybe
its my own voice

We never slept together
I wish we had.



Blogger Bernita said...

"a sea of past years..."

It comes with age, Anna.
A price we endure in exchange for them.

Thank you for your prayers and kind thoughts.

10:47 AM  
Blogger Dafath said...

the smiling regret
the hole in the sky

and all i asked for
was laughter across the bistro

the thresholds
not carried across

you are a wonder of poetics

11:02 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

So sorry for your loss, Anna.
A beautiful poignant poem and that imagery, I will never stop marvelling at the wonderful, evocative imagery you create.

11:20 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks for reading Bernita. As for the thoughts and prayers your old cat could have soared on them they were so numerous.

al Bear perhaps one day a small pub, a glass of vino, something bubbly I think and some laughs,
we've known each other for long enough for that. thank you

Atyllah, with your biting sense of the ridiculousness of the human race, I am most honoured this pleases you and thank you for
feeling sorry with me. sad times

11:50 AM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Perhaps Anna, sometime in another place & another life...
Things stay sweeter even on the flip side of the coin, by hovering in the dark like mysterious shadows & by keeping silent in the way they were meant to be.

Thank you for my beautiful "Anna Hood poems". Your tender piece today is a reminder of this gift.

9:50 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Thanks Susan for stopping by!
Yes perhaps in another place, another time or perhaps it was another place or another time.
Soul Memories

3:38 AM  
Blogger Roberta said...

Oh Anna,

I am so sorry for your loss. This poem breaks my heart....

5:53 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks Roberta, it is always so damn hard. how come it always has to be so damn hard!

10:56 AM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

My dear, I hope that writing about the loss has helped you cope with it. You have, with grace, penned wounds seemingly so fresh. I wish you well. I wish you much love.

10:57 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Soulless, thank you so much for your kind words. Writing always helps but then as I'm sure you know nothing really helps
thanks so much

3:17 PM  
Blogger Daisy Dexter Dobbs said...

What hauntingly beautiful poetry, Anna. And what a lovely, thoughtful tribute to the one you lost.

8:15 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Hiya Daisy Dexter Dobbs
thank you so much for stopping by
sad times - yes sad times

2:23 PM  
Blogger apprentice said...

Lovely sentiments. Sorry you've lost a lovely talented friend, and sorry that you feel it was unconsumated love.

3:52 AM  
Blogger anna said...

hiya anna apprentice! thanks for stopping by - thanks for taking the time to read - thanks for taking the time to leave a nice response. hope all goes well with you.

6:49 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

I'm in awe. You have such a gift.

This is the most powerful poem I've read of yours yet, I think. The ending was like an electric shock. I physically felt it.

8:07 AM  

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