Random Beauties
There is a magic to randomness, sometimes, isn't there?
Not altogether happy with the recent poem I wanted to post, I decided to open my summer/fall notebook to a random page and see what I could find there.
Look:
From a random page in my old notebook:
His quiet was unknown to her
Always a crowd in his star
Always an orbit to follow
The sand drained in the glass
as she drank it - one scraping grain
against her throat
his mind made up to sell
he canceled the light dinner
the leftover song
the shoes under the bed
His hands were flowers
and wilted
when she sang.
And from tonight's notebook:
His hands come unfolded
and in them are light birds
the wings made of leather
the feathers bells
the feet like seashells
crunching crunching underfoot
as he walks along the shore
dipping his face into the waves
and breathing in.
(both poems copyright 2007-2008 Lizbon Grav, all rights reserved.)
Note that I did not read the old poem before writing the new one. And the funny thing is, every poem I've written in the last several days has a line in it about "his hands." I have no idea what, if anything, is the significance of that, other than that I must have someone's hands on my mind. And curiously, I've apparently had someone's hands on my mind for months, even though the male players in my daily life have changed.
But art is not necessarily a direct reflection of life, and I have known some people who are only imaginary, in much the same way that there are dreams from childhood that might be real, or might not.
It's probably not so much an outward thing as it is an inward thing....that is, it may not be another person's hands in the back of your mind, it may be simply an expression of your own need for touch - companionship. The subject of loneliness has surfaced a few times on Girlwich...
How clever you are; I hadn't thought of it from the opposite side of the hands, as it were, and there's a certain logic to that. It also may have something to do with the fact that I tend to notice men's hands. Just one of those things I look at.
That's all the time we have for today - book another appointment on the way out, will you?
[sticks tongue out]