February 1, 2005
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House of Pantomime
I’ve built a house
Of gestures made
From verse and pantomime
Pretty words
That placed my hands
And circumscribed
Outlined and redefined
This fragile house I live in
This world that I call mine
Within I placed a stanza
Four walls of metaphor
Hung picture frames of similes
Of the truth I’d like to see
Of things I want
And the terms I hope
The world would offer me
I’ll compose myself within
The carefully defined confine
Where I control the temperature
The lights and sounds
Everything I see
What’s right and wrong
And who stops by
Just to visit me
An illusion of what’s
Safe and sound
A legerdemain where I hide
From myself inside
I’ve written words
Just slight of hand
That seem to tell it all
But carefully painted pictures
Are just skillfully crafted lies
Like the house I’ve built
And my room inside
Especially my self-portrait
That I stand behind
I’ll hide in lines of poetry
All specially shaped and shined
And pray the world will come find me
The way my verse has specified
Comments (8)
it reads well. It does strike me as curious that you seem scattered going from metaphor and stanza in one line…huge broad ideas for just a few words between…
I’ve built a house
of gestures.
That alone strikes me as amazing.
also: safe and sound, a legerdemain where I hide, from myself inside.
Holy smokes!
~lisa
“I’ll hide in lines of poetry
All specially shaped and shined
And pray the world will come find me
The way my verse has specified”
I love this stanza….and I wonder if we all sometimes do
not hide behind our words…hoping someone will see us
I *smile*
You have described, eloquently, how I fel much of the time. I guess the most succinct word for it would be ‘ineffectual’. We do what we can and it never seems to be enough.
“I’ve written words
Just slight of hand
That seem to tell it all
But carefully painted pictures
Are just skillfully crafted lies”
Amen!
673 times? and how!
lisa
So, you get NEW stuff AND a tattoo? What I wonder is, what would the tattoo be of? A heart that said: bob in the middle?
No, I’ve got it, a bumblebee, aw that would be cute, or a ladybug. Maybe a pretty pink carnation?
I don’t think I could EVER sell G’s stuff. When we first met, oh 15 years ago, I once dusted (yes, only dusted) one of his guitars and he threw a kinipshin. (how do you spell kinipshin?)
God forbid, I may have wiped off dust that had fallen at a gig where Jimmy Page MIGHT have played 20 years prior!
~lisa
You’re right! It should be “with” abandon. Not “without”
Good reader! Good boy.
lisa
You are a sweetheart.
I don’t put up with you at all. I enjoy your comments. I love reading them. They’re the most unique I receive.
lisa