Whiteout Wednesdays #4

cities
bring you poems,
and   orchards
pass by.

in your bed,
grief,
listening to sleep
beautifully explained,
weep   cannot kiss
your  face.

Lovers
put on her lips like clothes,
wear her body
pyramided
against the disappearing wall.

The sky
washed
of Lebanese
smoky filigree cages
apes and peacocks
do not hold,
in the burning street     in each other’s arms,
peacocks drown   the melting throne.

the king
lies

stuttering

in the suitcase beside your bed

we meet again,
in white,
smelling of orchards,
you awaken,
tired of this dream.
the sad-eyed man.
He stayed by you  .
have something
to say to him.

Written for: https://blackcatalleyblog.wordpress.com/2017/02/22/whiteout-wednesdays/

The original text:

You All in White by Leonard Cohen
©Leonard Cohen

Whatever cities are brought down,
I will always bring you poems,
and the fruit of orchards
I pass by.

Strangers in your bed,
excluded by our grief,
listening to sleep-whispering,
will hear their passion beautifully explained,
and weep because they cannot kiss
your distant face.

Lovers of my beloved,
watch how my words put on her lips like clothes,
how they wear her body like a rare shawl.
Fruit is pyramided on the window-sill,
songs flutter against the disappearing wall.

The sky of the city
is washed in the fire
of Lebanese cedar and gold.
In smoky filigree cages
the apes and peacocks fret.
Now the cages do not hold,
in the burning street man and animal
perish in each other’s arms,
peacocks drown around the melting throne.

Is it the king
who lies beside you listening?
Is it Solomon or David
or stuttering Charlemagne?
Is that his crown
in the suitcase beside your bed?

When we meet again,
you all in white,
I smelling of orchards,
when we meet —

But now you awaken,
and you are tired of this dream.
Turn toward the sad-eyed man.
He stayed by you all the night.
You will have something
to say to him.

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12 Responses to Whiteout Wednesdays #4

  1. Lyn says:

    WOW, that makes a big difference doesn’t it.

  2. Lorraine says:

    I Iike your interpretation of the Cohen song — makes for good a poetic expression.

  3. wordwitch88 says:

    Thank you so much Michael 😀

    I’m like a little kid gone madly ecstatic when I read what people are coming up with when they play with these prompts!

    Seriously …. I’m just so blown up, enthralled, bewitched, ensnared ….. it’s amazing …. truly astounding how picking and choosing, in the moment, totally changes the cadence, the meaning, the images set out!

    This is another “WOW” wowowowowow wowie moment for me. And I hope you enjoy just playing as much as I enjoy reading these 🙂

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