LAMENTATIONS

At the place where Jesus was crucified there was a garden,
and in the garden, a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid
and since the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus. –John 19:41

There Was a Garden

A pun of purity, artistic matters and
the mastery of masters

You lie in bed
there, crucified

a matter of being mastered
(not exactly replicated)

a matter of a manner of
perspective

in conspectu
mortis

Look at the impact―the imp act!

a pun
of purity

Look at the reference
to soul's point of view

where no one has ever been
laid

here in the personal genius
the sweating Orpheus

more
blood, please

bring this
to life

chthon's sprites are undead
I-b®ow to the god in you rising

#ohj MICROPOETRY Subterranean Thunder

#ohj bottomland and desist

Where the bottomland flows
without borders an ars metric
will not desist for ladybug;
for ladybug
fodder lies in the mudder's
region re-imagining her and
in the spirit of the father
risen up in the fen at dusk
is the way water imagines matter.

Amid the night-darkened feathers of the
slum ember lives an ore-dialect where
dormio beats her soul like sound into gold

like waves played upon by hooves
like drummed sons chanted wordlessly, sono
and somnus, donar, thunor and tonos
cricket her ear dreamless where she dreams
the imagination of the material within, through

the materiality of a bottomland’s imaginal life.
An inner life’s depth is like a ladybug foddering
the belly of a nightbird with eggs ―foddering her
mudder region with the way the material word
imagines venerable old men might speak, the way

matter imagines ferried across the ars metric
without borders and in passage paid
an ore-dialect of uncountable depths.


©2013 Subterranean Thunder stephanie pope
mythopoetry.com

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notes

Dormio means “to sleep”. Sono means noise, somnus means sleep or dream, both from a root, “son” and hence the word ‘sound’. The material imagination is as a wordless word sounding out the story the myth within tells. Thunor, donar and tonos reference thunder.

The Giving Body: When Absence Helps

credits: see fb/Melissa La Flamme post Tuesday, September 11, 2012

For Charles McNeill

Fur to amber, vagina speak is like a rubbing stone
and in a kind of fixative, the artist’s heart
to a necessary kind is hair
but with the h-sound marking her invisible scent―
an inaudible absence-presence
right where one feels one’s own
standing on end waiting for thunder.

Pole to pole electrons carry in such "nesses" what’s missing
static magnetics, language presenced h’ard and h’art ―the un
“heard heart” shot through not hit and not hit, the deep image
unknown, carries in the air and in the opening h-space an “e”
[as in ecstasy] longed for and missing...X'd [...]; it marks the spot.

And when absence helps, missing letters untouchable
this heart of hers relinquished to what's hers
her own pleasure...and unowned!
behold it in the air
and in her beheld
be held beautifully.

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It’s no secret why Zeus spent so much of himself
weighting on a woman; poets can only know secrets
already known in the soul, left unuttered and nakedly hanging
like scents in [h]air where thunder cracked.



©2012 Cracked stephanie pope matter & beauty poetry series, mythopoetry.com