April 16, 2012
Monday Poem
Topology
I love the space of your soul
the way it tends up and out
like that wide field in Conway
near the sugarhouse
which one spring blossomed
with dandelions
so dense and profuse
its rising hump
in the morning sun
was a mound of gold
whose brilliance
was more fabulous
than that most coveted ore
I love the niches and coves
of a soul that billows
like vapor through a sugarhouse roof,
through its cupola
—your sugarhouse soul
its volumes and transformations
its rich continuity
sweetens the shape of me
I love a soul that pushes
envelopes.... . .... I love
the edgy ellipse of your
horizon harrowing soul
a soul both
now and soon
here and there
turned in turned out
which, if I follow its piper's
Mobius band,
will lead me round
not to the place I was
but to the better side
of where I am
.
by Jim Culleny
4/12/12
Posted by Jim Culleny at 12:30 AM | Permalink
Comments
and in thy infinity
I find immortality
Posted by: Raza | Apr 16, 2012 2:52:41 PM
Beautiful, Jim.
Posted by: Ga | Apr 16, 2012 4:46:09 PM
Raza--
Thanks for the coda.
And thank you, Ga.
Posted by: Jim | Apr 16, 2012 7:08:15 PM
Lovely, Jim! I must show it to my artist friend Hans Knapp who often incorporates Mobius strips in his work.
Posted by: Abbas Raza | Apr 16, 2012 10:31:14 PM
Now that's what I call a love poem.
Very nice.
Posted by: Susan | Apr 16, 2012 11:21:28 PM
you've got it.
Posted by: wednesday | Apr 16, 2012 11:56:54 PM
"I love a soul that pushes
envelopes......... I love
the edgy ellipse of your
horizon harrowing soul"
I'm with Susan.
Posted by: Norman Costa | Apr 17, 2012 2:30:20 AM
Yes. Wonderful.
Posted by: Pepito | Apr 17, 2012 7:37:12 PM
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Posted by: Gary | Apr 18, 2012 1:56:54 PM
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