The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 11/26/09

[BlueIris]

"Voice, Distant, Still Assembling"

Walking farther there, I am glad we 
              age slowly, discovering now in memory 
      similar frontiers of a physical world, visiting 
as though for the first time 
              ruins of a once great city, yet novel 

              in the crumbling light. We trip 
and stumble, unaware, youthful in the obscurity 
      of shadow, a kind of spring 
in itself. Itself, where I touch places, gone, often 
              confused to find a new home 
not torn and built of green, but of a crumbling

orange, and there, there, as though walking 
              through fire, taking pleasure in the fleeting 
walls and lingering agoras, I glimpse 
      ghost bodies and caress the flesh 
              boats of their past as I walk toward 
      what could be mountains or oceans, till finally 
I am swimming through the lit window of a name.

--Mark Irwin

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. thank you for this one Blue Iris...and Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours

[BlueIris]

2. Right back atcha, TA. nt