Perambulating
Sickened and soothed by symbols, I set out.
Signals come and I perceive, I respond.
The I forms to the action.
With enough exercise, tissues tighten:
there are knots and strains and sprains
that need unraveling, massage.
I turn to music
buried deep within the signs
a way to loosen and undo
the stressing strands.
I unalign
and gain relief
spread out through many pathways,
any selves
allowed to wander their own ways
beginning at the edges of their ends,
filling margins,
taking borders,
easing outward
to become.
N Filbert 2012
[...] The Life of the Mind (or, Reading World). [...]
Beautiful images
i turn to music as a child reaches out to mother…relaxes and soothes my nerves
thank you. i unscramble the conceptual baggage of texts for the music underneath to the same purpose
Bellissimo…e straordinario che gioco con la carta!
ciao
.marta
Oh yes. Oh yes. NF, today I was reading the poems of a Yale graduate, honors and awards, and publications many. And I hated it. Her work was all form and no soul. Yours here is a marriage of subtly and music, as well as spirit. The sounds you mix are smooth and not plodding, and certainly not archaic. You, sir, are a true poet. Thank you for sharing your words here.
Goodness David! Thank you very much, I am honored and humbled and encouraged by your words.
excellent, I mark it up but don’t know that I improve it in quite this way – incredible stuff out there
Then my job here today is done.
a massage of the brain? Certainly productive. Nice work!
thank you much