Monday, February 26, 2007

Go Deeper ~~ anna hood ~~

Look into the mirror, look
past the blank
blue-eyed stare, red mouth
of a Modigliani nude
past the morning routine
two coffees, one double double
one black
past last evening's love-making,
hot kisses.

Look deeper
past the meadow
white snow covered
gold buttercups covered
trails of field mice
and garter snakes.
The old apple tree
naked now

Go deeper still
past the throat singers of Mongolia
who whistle like flutes
who whistle like birds
whose whistles spark
memories of fast horses
cloud covered backs
hooves sparking mountains.

Deeper deeper
into your DNA
until the scent of Africa
fills your lungs
and you wake to the music
of your ancestors.
Your emotions bow down
under the enamelled blue sky.

Look into the mirror
of your eyes

Can you see
your future?



Blogger Roberta said...

Beautiful Anna, but I can only see, and wish ...for the past.

3:40 PM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Who is your priceless muse, Anna?
Tell me!!! :-)

Beautiful thoughts & a splendid creativity.
My favourite is the verse where you have combined my passions together:
lovemaking & coffee... ;-)

Like Roberta, I too wish for the past.

8:42 PM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

Stunning, simply stunning. Loved every lyrical word.

10:11 PM  
Blogger anna said...

thank you gals!!

Roberta, I think this is a common
wish -- especially as we get older

Susan my muse?? I wish she would appear more often. coffee and lovemaking hee hee!

Saaleha, it is always a pleasure to see you. glad you enjoyed!

If I have missed responding to any of your blogs please forgive me.
This damn blogger has gotten so slow for me and half the time my responses don't appear. I am ready to chuck the whole thing!!

3:37 AM  
Blogger Bernita said...

Down through the diaspora.

3:55 AM  
Blogger anna said...

'Down through the diaspora.'
or even deeper ;)
thanks for stopping by Bernita
always a pleasure!

4:03 AM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Don't chuck Blogger!!
What would I do without your friendship and comments, my beautiful Anna? :-)

4:42 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

I love the sentiment here. I too believe that we carry the ability to see the world as every human before us did.

trails of field mice....

Loved that detail!

5:55 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

Beautiful, lyrical, evocative, Anna.
Tell me, you did say you didn't have a muse... fibs, fibs, fibs!

What inspiration!

And no, no! Please don't go!

6:09 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks Jason and Atyllah!
are any of you familiar with the throat singers of Mongolia?
you can hear them someplace on the web. even I could hear them!
Fascinating. the peoples of the far north sing in this way also.

Susan, you are a darling. I would miss you all if I chucked Blogger.
probably never write another poem either. oh my!

1:24 PM  
Blogger apprentice said...

As we say here we're all Jock Tamson's bairns!

The Mongolian folk make an amazing sound.

I tried something like this coming the other way, it was about rhythm, but I couldn't get the present day part to work.

9:13 AM  
Blogger anna said...

'I tried something like this coming the other way, it was about rhythm, but I couldn't get the present day part to work.'

thanks anna for stopping by
the present day part is always difficult.

anna :: laughing about bagpipes
and mongolians

10:14 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

Yes, I've heard Mongolian throat singers - amazing, isn't it! :-)

8:14 AM  

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