Guest guest Posted May 5, 2007 Report Share Posted May 5, 2007 Lovely! > > > >> > >> > > > >> Opus Effloresco > >> 4/29/07 > >> > >> Since original sin got all chopped up, > >> She is risen indeed. > >> > >> Luna moth came with her big purple eye > >> Just when I believed her extinct. > >> > >> Come down to the river, you wouldn¹t believe, > >> The orchestral burgeoning baritone and tenor. > >> > >> Methuselah¹s rings tell of pyramids and crucifixions. > >> Climaxed pine, wind¹s evergreen lover, > >> Broken, raped and amber bled, > >> FEMA marked and tagged, > >> Remembers her kingdom - > >> ³plantae pinophyta pinopsida pinales pinaceae pinusŠ² > >> > >> Come down to the river. > >> Where the yellow-crosses sprout > >> Bundles of needles crowning gold. > >> Risen indeed. > >> > >> Beethoven is better off deaf to hear > >> The choir alleluia trees from all > >> Faiths gathered. > >> > >> No number of human pipes could spell this out. > >> Buzzed, flip-flopping sunfish, river turtle flaps against the current, > >> Heron, grey and white, shuffle the air like a Blue Angel trumpeting. > >> > >> A reunion of scattin¹ sparrow. > >> Hummingbird wets his whistle > >> On the volunteer honey > >> Suckling the explosion of vine. > >> > >> Ropes of jungle wood hang, > >> Unravel like busy backstage hands, > >> The show is truly going on. > >> > >> Leaves curly cue around Magnolia, > >> Then gravies over wild privet. > >> Flora volunteer en masse. > >> Gardenia bushes nurse in thick bamboo shade. > >> > >> Come down to the river, I tell ya. > >> Chucklin¹, the sun just peeks through, > >> Smilin¹ like - > >> ³told you soŠ² > >> What? > >> You drop into the ocean so peaceful like > >> Sayin¹ > >> That¹s how we shoulda done it? > >> And he just keeps rollin¹. > >> Be back tomorrow, like regular. > >> Slow poke. > >> > >> In three days 553 magnolias are gonna > >> Crack open in the night > >> Like a baby crownin¹. > >> Stretch her white wings like the goddess Herself, > >> Sayin¹ this is how a woman opens. > >> Get it? > >> > >> Come down to the river, now, > >> The lightning bugs improvise. > >> Never had so many places to hide > >> And seek. > >> > >> Bald Grandpa cypress he¹s seen it all > >> Well, he shows his knees comin¹ down the stream, > >> Like countin¹ grandchildren > >> After the storm. > >> Of course they didn¹t drown. > >> Smart asses. > >> > >> Jesus Christ! > >> Nature knows. > >> What else. > >> > >> Photosynthesis drunk as Bacchus on 12th night. > >> Every note of green scrambling down to the river. > >> > >> Hell. > >> > >> Even Willow tree¹s got the scoop. > >> Bending her hair, dropping her tears to the creek > >> ³The buck stops here.² > >> She¹s learned not to depend on the kindness of strangers. > >> That¹s something her mama did. > >> > >> And there it is. > >> Folks sit back. > >> A New World. > >> > >> A cacophony choir of survivors, > >> Ringin¹ home the babies, > >> From anywhere. > >> So loud you wanna cuss, > >> Holy Mother! > >> > >> ŒCuz after Katrina dragged through > >> Sluggin¹ up every dark dirty mouth > >> She could find > >> Doesn¹t matter what we say *now*. > >> Our mouths are clean. > >> > >> Halleluiah! > >> The ancient oak arms are swingin¹. > >> > >> Halleluiah! Down to the river. > >> > >> There¹s a sermon going on > >> You¹ve never heard before. > >> > >> > >> April 28, 2007 > >> Miriam Gauthier > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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