Showing posts with label fiat lux. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiat lux. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2016

#LastRelationshipTaughtMe LASTING RELATIONSHIP

MELON IN BLUE//cucumis melo reticulatis
by Stephanie Pope














125 MELON

Those masterful images because complete
 
Grew in pure mind, but of what began? ~W.B. Yeats



Pair the man.

the day before a day of thanks, a given, a day set aside
by executive decision, a day, 11-26, a dark day (like today)
but a place restored instead to love, nature

unutterable presence

throughout my creations, disasters, myself being with the mess
creating the dish, hovering over it hovering over me
like a shining―day.

Throughout the dark meat of an old year
the right shade & the right moment
in what lead by histories came back to root again a

natural music

capable enough in the ragged bone
& jagged edge in the shop, the man,
a lovely man, remembered and an uncommon holiday

lit again.

Without fear a deeper story embers again
the darkest part of my ancient year, a story dancing
round as fire under the stars. I am thankful today for

many things―today

a day set aside for remembering
what forms a more perfect union
a day of thanks and

giving

not a Thanksgiving Day but
the one the man
the lovely man

remembering

brought to the
moment in the shop
this shade to me.


©2008 125 Melon stephanie pope mythopoetry.com,  Bleu Melon Poetry Series

notes


1. Inspiration for the Melon In Blue occurs while shopping for lipstick in a major department store in 2007. 125 Melon is a shade of lipstick.

2. For more Bleu Melon poetry see mythopoetry.com 

3. First publication of  125 Melon mythopoetry.com

4. Second publication: 125 Melon appears in  the first annual edition of Literary House Review Anthology, 2008, Waterforest Press, publisher (under the earlier Skyline Magazines publications series) 

5. This blog marks the third publication of 125 Melon.










Thursday, March 24, 2016

THE POETIC HOUR

Genesis











NO EARTHLY LIGHT
      “The gifted expression is touched by a fiat lux.”               
               –stephanie pope, From
The Unhappy Hero, Part 7



Our magical, (h)our’s 
a manner of making

like a moon reflecting
no earthly light

yet something earthy
in it

poetic things require
a space of their own

Derrida says
I say

calling his temporized zone
the h-space―Ric calls it

one
zero

which he says is like no
standing on om

making from nothing
something

what Ric says
I say


is like the light of the one mind
shaping shades out of

the darkness of the one
zero

and so why something
and not nothing

that
question

gives birth to philosophy
gives the socratic awareness, too

two to we, wee who knowingly
know they don’t―whee!

Something that is, is
without having ever been

“thing”
before

before things
techno h-places things

somewhere elsewhere nowhere else
“h’ere” in a distance collapsing

lenses of perception cleansing
in a temporized zone for making

nowhere in you, a paradise
no place nor thing

zippo
nada

what is
isn’t

one
zero


but a third not given
and this newness is “youness”

knowing and not knowing ie.
“twoness”

poetic space, image
double doubling

on
& on

the world, as it is
infinite, always (k)new

poetic things
minding their own


©2016 Yes! It’s A Kind Of Magic! stephanie pope mythopoetry.com


notes