spark 2 - present state

spark 2 - present state
i believe in motorscooter cellular youth
working hot Yogyakarta daily prayers
into this 2-cycle engine stroking present state.
reproducing & multiplying
dressed in bright yellow,& oranges & pinks of Java modern.
“it works”
so with respect i gave up milk in my coffee for this Ramadan.

i now drink the naked taste of african & arabian mocha beans brewed together,
unfiltered, fresh, top & bottom fuzzy blanketed softness.
our skins teasing bare senses out of my foggy hibernation
into visions of rock hard Osiris in Abydos.
“very strong”
hearing blues coming from behind the curtain
not missing the cream
“working it”

Sugar Streams from Her Fingers

bows to Marie Elena Good, Marna Cosmos, Philip Levine and others…

In Safeway’s industrial kitchen, she

dips her latex-covered fingers into

warm glaze; then, thinking of his stubborn F

grades, moves her hand like magician gestures

over the coffee cakes. Principal Dowd,

you’re not being fair. Robbie, you’re killing

every chance you have. The grocery driver

can’t stop ricocheting between Shirley’s

ultimatum and himself—who is who

he is, like Popeye, damn it. The women

and men go with their urges piled on top

like whipped cream spires. Everything they touch

comes away sticky and faintly sweeter.

When the man with his lonely hunger bites

what her glazed fingers spellbound, may he taste

the soft center between today’s meetings

and the woman who disposes her gloves,

punches out and drives home to the escape

of daytime TV. Holy Creator,

let our tongues school like fish and find blessing

in the joined continuation of our

living substance simply carrying on.

Everything Is All One Cake.

This form is called Poesia de Tema, developed by Marie Elena Good.

Read about it here: http://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/

Prompt: poems making a difference - SPARK 2

For your poeming this week, take this quote and/or this image as inspiration. 



"But then there is all this other stuff going on -- which is wilder, which is bristling; it's juicier, it's everything that you would want. And it's not comfortable. That's the kind of poetry that interests me -- a field of energy. It's intellectual and moral and political and sexual and sensual -- all of that fermenting together. It can speak to people who have themselves felt like monsters and say: you are not alone, this is not monstrous. It can disturb and enrapture.

"Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative -- that we're now just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different -- [that] this is human destiny, this is human nature. A poem can add its grain to all the other grains and that is, I think, a rather important thing to do."

--Adrienne Rich, From an interview with the Boston Phoenix

Image from the energy off the tip of a person who has just grounded

A Natural Resource

I found a spark in the Virginia City cemetery

Mary Anne Sparks
1824-1855
in repose
in reprose

gold struck again
gold rush rebegins
2011

the blog bleeps, I write
“will the cotton candy be replaced by water cannons?
“will the hills be torn athunder by torrents of water?”
to free little gold sparks to enrich the few
rewrite, repan, replay
a natural resource

them thar hills to be torn apart one last time
Mary Anne Sparks
will have to move forever

narrative nebulae

What precedes the start of a story arc?
A place devoid of heat, sound and motion,
a still space fraught with potential to spark.

With the house closed and the theater dark,
a bald bulb burns by no one’s attention.
This precedes the start of the story arc.

Then a door opens and light finds its mark.
Humors boil in dramatic reaction,
still spaces fraught with potential to spark.

Beginnings self-invent within each quark,
lightning-fired intrigues of excitation
that proceed to start every story arc.

Soon, there’s the amoeba, and then the shark,
and then the rise and collapse of nations,
still spaces fraught with potential to spark

A ship docks. A cloaked figure disembarks.
What was nothing is now expectation.
What precedes the start of a story arc?
A still space fraught with potential to spark.


***
Also note, my new performance is newly on YouTube!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtlifxOnrJY

dark moon (returning)

when i begin

to imagine

the drop of me

has risen

(effusive ebullient effervescing)


from the river of me


(bereft at parting)

(imagining completion)


i fall

back

into myself




relieved
by the mystery
of totality.





near the dark moon
(graphic source in this)

Sparking [5/30-6/5]

Sometimes we are catalyzing, sizzling, zinging, sparkling, sparking, barking, praising - helping our creative friends on new artistic adventures.

Write a poem inspired by the word "spark" or by the concept of how we can support our friends in creative adventuring...

Tag words: poem, spark, [poet's moniker]


First image: Dalal, oil painting, "A Field of Energy"