Sea Salt And Twine…

744“I counted the letters. There were exactly a hundred of them. I thought this must be important. Why should there be a hundred letters? Haltingly, I tried the word aloud. It sounded like a heavy wooden object falling downstairs, boomp-boomp-boomp, step after step. Lifting the pages of the book, I let them fan slowly by my eyes. Words, dimly familiar but twisted all awry, like faces in a funhouse mirror, fled past, leaving no impression on the glassy surface of my brain. I squinted at the page. The letters grew barbs and rams’ horns. I watched them separate, each from the other, and jiggle up and down in a silly way. Then they associated themselves in fantastic, untranslatable shapes, like Arabic or Chinese.”…from ‘The Bell Jar’ by Sylvia Plath

Lengths—knotted-note—brine soak and rope—twists —candy-cane twines—without white-reds—color dead—dark from baked-suns—and—sea-salt’s—rhythm and rhyme—over and under—time. Sometimes—the timing—of dancing words—seashells and wind—dusting shorelines—rhyme. Sometimes—V-shape flights—great shadows bound—northward—toward stops and starts—marshes of Horicon—and then again—until touchdown is Home. And! Great ships—straight lined—from—dock-safety-to-sea—tide-high-be—and free—bound southward—toward sea-wide reach—below right beach—and around the African Horn or into—the Orinoco Flow…

At time same—Starship starts—slow move-motioned—straight lined—from safety slot—tucks of—home port—gentle slid and simple ride—Year’s light-race-space—outbound-to-leave—blow leaf reach—and—careful teach—that travels’ dust rush—touches—light winds—riding shores—here-and-there—and everywhere—skies beneath—the far above—heaven’s cross winds—light’s speed or lesser sails—‘star-bright—or star-light—down Nebraska’s—highway—sky-way—before dawn’s—misty arcs—or Denver’s distance—night-light…

She said—Scorpion shapes—Physics common reach—teach—uncommon words—boundless twist—of honest computation—manipulation—contrived—to derive common wisps-of-wisdom—exacted—reacted-contacted—rejected and projected—twists boundlessly—and melded into simple sense—and corrected logic…Paradigm shatters—whisper-matters—while sails—ships of storm’s tatters—up righted-ignited-provided-decided and once-fears now tears—along—with seed sowing—acknowledged knowing—either real or almost correctly—forgotten—and then remembered.

Sunshine’s understanding—of star-ship’s search—deeply go—inside heated globes—round sources—of death-life—life-death—and—gravity—things-holding-wings—globes of mother-ships—many times ‘cross Universes—both small and great—combined with magic glue—crystal twirls and Witches’ swirls…And! Equations speak concisely—formed from clutter speak—into quantitative models—derived and survived from—fury storms and qualitative impressions. Weigh—the Ways-and means—often far before—human thoughts—mediate the distances among—perceptions—laced biochemically—senses five—to reach six-seven-or eight—and reach—hand stretch—inside sunlight’s core—not to feel the burn—but just-to-learn…

Teach-speak now—and explain—a cosmic giggle-wiggle—as slashes—dashes—dots and lots—are only heard and never seen—have been ‘round—about this universal gash—and back again. Seek-the safety keep—without that—number sleep—and twin-spin—hieroglyphic’s deep—into—poetic speak—that trance and dance—to learn—to turn and—to almost burn—again…Vacuum’s void—avoid—an empty space—as often counting—does come alive—dusts-of many—particles—do swirl or twirl into shape—into mass—from nothing-into-something—then into unseen—not seen and also—never was—or will ever-be again.

Lives—gathering together and—strength—of one or two or many more—than them or us—or we—be—power of scatters—no rules followed—no moral folly—or man rules—called God speak…For those ‘world words’—are songs of death—of control—of fiction—to suffer swift—lies against Spirit—Speak and Life. Women Love…Men Love…Love is Perfection—is Touch—is Peace—is Spirit—is Song …Sweetness—‘gainst canvas—lines and circles dance—and—soft songs play—and—laughter reaches—diners’ corner…Open doors—a call to come—inside—secrets of ink—motions and canvas—wet with colors—scents of orange—of green—of  blues and browns and yellow—perfume inside—night air—and—dare and wear and fare or—future moments—again without—layers of walls—climbed and discarded…And yes! With you—I do ‘taste beauty.’

Again to be—to see…Love-the-loving…Hands joined-to-body—dance…Of swings and wings and—Peaceful sighs and Spirit Sings…Creation—The Witch smiles and for instants—within this  moment in Time—‘Tis’ good this Loving Rhyme. So! Follow this time—this Twine Re-wind.

 And! Beautiful you are…

‘Nothing Else Matters’…Metallica

23 comments on “Sea Salt And Twine…

  1. Amazing!

    I always love the humour part of ur writings!

    I ve said mny tyms n this tyms too I m saying!
    Each phrase
    Ur each letter
    each word
    is a wonderful poetry Phil : )

    Its always a pleasure to read : )

    Love
    –Jyotee

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