Tuesday, December 15, 2009

You Taste of Moonlight

Battlemage ~ Donato Giancola

As I tiptoe across the lake’s meniscus
Leave ringing trails of ripple tides
Falling birds will feather reason’s edges
And bells peal waves that reach the other side

And with feet of clay I mould myself
A fable cast in porcelain

While burning bonfires on the beach of soapbox dreams
Windmill stator winding armature inducing
Voltage in a cortex fold
Sparks will fly into the night defined

And heaving heart to stem the rising satellite
I plough the stars to fit you in

As I rest my head on hope’s meniscus
Surrender daily to the rising tides
Kiting birds will define my reason’s edges
And silent bells transport me to the other side

And Unsurprised I find myself
Alone in a long story cut short

While windmills burn on beaches far removed from dreams
Electric current finds no path to earth
Buzzing in my teeth
Undefined, Unconnected to the reeling stars

And tasting night upon my tangled tongue
I swim to you in water waved in light

8 comments:

Mariana Soffer said...

Beautifull poem, I like your own personal style,
you have a special way of saying things, very particular,
you use also particular words, I like a lot that you have your own search in your own style.

Great images I could extract from this poem, a great atmosphere that made me feel interesting sensations, special ones, I guess your style of sensation.

Nice to read you my friend
M

Donn said...

Brilliant.
I found myself strangely aroused by "I rest my head on hope’s meniscus" until I googled it.

Jimmy Bastard said...

I can only echo the greatness of Mariana's wisdom, and absorb the wealth of your words.

Harlequin said...

this feels so haunting and tender to me, and I Love how you have evoked the sense of taste... the sense that seems to be less stimulated and attended to than the others in expressive work.... the title grabbed me right away and the whole piece flowed so well from that early capture

Pisces Iscariot said...

Mariana: thank you for your wonderful feedback - it makes it all worth doing.

Donn: whatever turns you on :)

Jimmy: as usual, your comments are much appreciated

Harlequin: As you probably know, it is not always obvious what is being created during the process of creating - I approach writing in the same way I do painting: just apply words until a picture emerges :D

Tom said...

that was wonderful stuff...and i like your discription of creation in above comment, as well. I feel much the same. Happy day!

..cold day, brr

Yodood said...

Pisces, talk about swimming in water waved in light check out the resemblance of your picture at the top and this picture posted at Pharyngula the same day.

the word verification almost nailed it: lorid

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: thank you!

Yodood: W O W that is uncanny!!!!