Ute Carbone's Blog, page 49

A-Z Challenge: R

For more A-Z click on image R is for Raspberry               RaspberryLittle hut of circles,a nest for the tonguea thimble of juicedelicateas a summer morning.Ripe on the brier,a red promise
Summer iglooin the hot iron sun.Pebble of seedgathered under flesh,soft thatch of roof
Elusive melodyin the thorn bush,a chorus repeatedyear after year,a sotto voce notethat hangsmomentarilyin August's mouth.

A-Z Challenge: Q is for Question

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Q is for Questions QuestionsI ask the world.She answers in parables of rustand empty branches.She answers with the scent of fallenleaves and the musk of earth,turning over in a last fidgetbefore sleep under a white blanket.
She will dream her way backto the dawning sun, to the placewhere my skin and your skin is setto flame. She will dream her way backto leaf buds opening tender mouthsto early rain.
She will find me here, still askinghollow questions that echothrough the mountain narrows.The questions that keep pilinglike leaves spent in flame.
She will answerwith a warm dancing wind thatrakes the sky's reflectionin the pond's watery eye.
She will answer with the light at dawn,the sound of thrush and lark,the smell of new grace.In the fire silence of the hour,she will answer with cirrus cloudsinked on the new opened canvasof sky.

A-Z Challenge: P

Click image for more A-Z P is for Pemequid Pemequid at DuskThe water grows mellow in this light,invites the azure sky to float.Birds stop their whistle and perchover the flame lips of the bay--the sun dripping body and bloodonto the tongue
Somewhere a city lights artificial starsand night roars in, a lion with meat in its maw.Here, a wide swath of heaven is unbolted,flames darken and the moon bloomsin their ash. Night is soft as eiderdown.
Somewhere neon blinks and ravages sleep.Here the laughing Pleides hold handsand frame eternity in the timeless skyas night tucks water under her garment--deep and black and patient,the wind singing from her mouth.

A-Z Challenge: O

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O is for Ocean:            Ocean Beach at Five AM
The slap of morningis a cold poolI hungerfor the sweet sanctuaryof my dreams
On the beacha multitude of seabirdshallowed in purple hazegather on the protruding rocksguarding the tides
Suddenlythe eastern skyawakens in a ball of firea heavenly hostcommunion

A-Z Challenge: N

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N is for Nighthawks



Nighthawksafter Edward Hopper
The big picture window of Phillie's dineris a yellow welcome climbing out of shadow,an island in the dream of three am,swimming out through deep grates and lattice work.Phil is working the counter in a white uniform,old as the place and polite as you please.You perch on the stool in a bright red dress,your man sitting next to you.His fedora catches light on the brim.Its three am and you in your straight-seamed nylonsand he in dress coat and tiehum late night conversation,words warm as coffee,inside the plateglass. And beyond,the lip of darkness pouts in shadows.
This is the way it was,a world liquid under glass,while the avenue was dark with stars 

A-Z Challenge: K

click on image for more A-Z  K is for KosovoA Woman Dreams in Kosovo  All night the muddy rocksalong the edges of the encampmentturned to swallows.They dusted the long roadback to my villagewith their wings.Carrying branches in their beaks,they built a nest under the eaves of my house.As I watched from the kitchen window,my man came up from the fieldshis sturdy bodyas yet unbroken.Our children fluttered around him.And in the honey of his gazewas everythingI had lost.

A to Z Blogging Challenge: J

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J is for JazzJazz
Let the jazz                 downthrough the saxo                     phonepast the hip               benddown the knee                  jointhot and slow.
Let the jazz              slidefrom the throat                  ledgeto the gut              throbthrill the marrow                    bonesprick the vein                   linepit the heart                stoneon the knife               edgesharp and low.

Blogging A to Z Challenge: I

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Islands
The dance of hearts is a volcano.It erupts in its own time.Lava is a music that spillsinto the ocean untilthere are new islandsthat rise purpleat sunset and disappearin the darkness of a maroon sea.
Fire gave them substance.Now the rocks have been takenby moss, the seabirds have cometo roost, their multisyllabic songechoing over cliffs.Waves foam, their dark mouthsleave salt in scallop shellson the beach.
In the yellow eye of morningyou sail backto the island of your making.You taste the wild berriesstrewn upon the southern slope.You lie on the moss,inhabiting it like a bird.You hearthe music of surfthe music of flightthe music of hearts rememberinghow to sing. 

A to Z Blogging Challenge: H

Click on image for more A-ZH is for Homage Homage to the Square Josef Albers 











Homage to the Squareat the Currier Museum, Manchester New Hampshire
It catchesmy eye--perfect geometric,a yellow squarewith a uniformyellow shadow.I wonder that yellowcan be so obedient, straight asa number two pencil.What keeps it from flyingoff the canvas and landingsomewhere on the west wallin a splat of sunlight?Unbound, it could becomea canary,or a bee bangingagainst the muted skylight,hoping to fleeEuclidean geometry,to moltinto spilt lemonade.

A to Z Blogging Challenge: G

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Gypsy
I dance on foreign ground,always teasing outthe unfamiliar with my toe,always moving town to town,selling snake oil from the backof a painted wagon.
At night the moon comes,full and wagging light,holding up a silver dollar for me to follow,making that empty shellof a promise again,saying this timeit will bring me home.