A Poem

Friday, 9 March 2012

781px-Lautrec_in_bed_1893

The day begins in a pose of defence
ducking and weaving,
searching for a bench.

It fills my bones with the itchiness
of a guarded arm
cupping the face in an angular embrace.

The bench can be found
with a hot butter knife
to slice through the bones
and unhinge the heaviness of angles.

And so I exchange
thought for thought,
energy for energy.

The words, sentences, pages,
are the hot butter knife
warm yet steely,
fluid but solid.

If I touch it,
my fingers will be scorched
but if I let it move,
it will melt away the day.

Please don't tell me a poem is a luxury,
because then I'll know
you've never been bone-weary,
waiting for the slicing
and the bench.

* * *

I felt like posting a poem today, but instead of transcribing someone else's poem, I spontaneously wrote one now. You probably deserve to read a better poem than this one though, so here's to a restful weekend of doing precisely that (and sleeping in).

Image source: The Bed (Le lit), 1893, by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.

19 comments:

Mariella said...

I loved this poem. Really. Today I am not feeling very well, but it sort of warmed me up my bones a little bit...(don't know if I can say so in english):)

Hila said...

Thank you Mariella, I definitely like the idea of warming bones :)

Monica said...

"The day begins in a pose of defence..."

great opening line.

i sure have been bone-weary.

etre-soi said...

uhhmm a beautiful poem to start my day :) I love when days start this way ! Thanks Hila and have a very soothing weekend !

Amelia said...

Absolutely lovely!

Gracia said...

Thanks for posting this, Hila. I particularly liked the part where you write of exchanging thought for thought, and the words and sentences and pages as the hot butter knife. The Toulouse-Lautrec adds to it all, as only bed and Henri can.

Here's to a lie in and dreams.

cloudsandcrystals said...

Such a wonderful poem - every line is so full of beautiful imagery. It feels so delicate - I fear that if I looked at some lines for too long, they might dissolve. Which is a feeling very well conveyed in this stanza: If I touch it,
my fingers will be scorched
but if I let it move,
it will melt away the day.


And the last stanza - oh, it is so wonderful. I think if anyone criticized my liking poetry in the future, I might recite exactly those lines:
Please don't tell me a poem is a luxury,
because then I'll know
you've never been bone-weary,
waiting for the slicing
and the bench.


There are so many people who have never been bone-weary, I fear ...

rooth said...

Sometimes it's just a poem type of day - thanks for sharing your creative energy with us!

Nastya said...

I love this painting, it's so cute

Stephanie said...

I agree...great opening line. I knew exactly what you meant. This is really amazing!

Pinelopi said...

Beautiful Hila...I love it...and the Toulouse Lautrec

B said...

This is beautiful poetry. Sometimes, the best pieces of writing come spontaneously. (The artwork is stunning, too.)

Sarah Allegra said...

That was such a beautiful, evocative poem. Thank you for sharing it with us :)

Hila said...

Monica: Haven't we all, sigh.

etre-soi: you too Sofia, you deserve it!

Amelia: Thank you!

Gracia: Thank you my dear, I had a good lie-in today.

cloudsandcrystals: why, thank you!

rooth: I hope I'm not inflicting my creative attempts at you all :)

Nastya: It is a beautiful painting.

Stephanie: Yes, so many days start out this way.

Pinelopi: Thank you.

B: It sure beats sitting around and waiting for an idea to come :)

Sarah Allegra: I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Tracy said...

For a moment I thought this was the work of Anne Sexton. Bone weary, benches and butter knives. I can only say wow.

Lois said...

Wow that's brilliant. I can't believe you just spontaneously wrote that - it would take me ages to write a decent poem!

Hila said...

Tracy: Poor Anne Sexton, she doesn't deserve to have her work compared with mine! :) I think I can safely say, she's a waaaay better writer than me. But thank you, this is a kind comment.

Lois: Thanks! It's not that good actually, and I'm not just saying that in a false, 'please give me compliments' mode. I do think though the more I share my writing, the better it will become.

hungryandfrozen said...

I love the imagery of the hot butter knife. Thank you for sharing.

I am a big Toulouse Lautrec fan so enjoyed the accompanying image too!

Hila said...

hungryandfrozen: thank you!