Caroline Tavelli-Abar

Twelve

2011-11-25T21:43:00.000-08:00

12 poems

in re

Mineur.

What is ma ...

2011-11-25T04:30:00.000-08:00

to me ...
Ma is as ephemeral as no words

to him ...
Ma is "the space between notes"

to her ...
Ma is like the rising sun

Ma might be
time
between moon &
rest
the empty space
the very instant
before
when the light
breaks
free

every - . - thing between things

Ma might feel like
the subtle shifts as one
stops waiting
and senses
Dawn

the white of the page
broken
as the jet black
ink
pulls thru.

Without ma fullness
cannot be
for it is

the heart
of any
poetrie

essence of question
elusive feeling from
fare away Japan

HOPE

Ma
cold
frozen
warmth
glistening snow

Ascent

2011-11-24T18:23:00.000-08:00

Snow has a scent
as soothing and electrical as
lightening or rain

the Big Bang has a sound
a kin
to our very first heartbeat

from smallest to largest
from birth to death
like the "pop" of the Amaryllis bud when it opens
life has a force, an energy,
a quickening,
one cannot help but feel
a sense of awe

overwhelming joy
frozen sorrow
in the empty space left
by death

from one end of the spectrum
to the Other
the very quality
of sound and "ma"
moves still.

Middle of the Nigh

2011-11-24T04:09:00.000-08:00

Middle of the night
November 23rd. 2011

"the first snow fall is so nice"

She will see it with me
thru the solid block
of double paned-glass

She will soon
walk out after
the nigh.

And in the
changing shift
she will know
it's cold softness

and I
from the window watch
time slowly slipping by
I will see
in street light shades

the first
winter snow.

The window pain

2011-11-24T03:29:00.000-08:00

The window pain
twice the thickness of glass

Like a shield
even it can't keep me
from the weather
and the pane.

Even Now

2011-11-24T03:27:00.001-08:00

Even now

locked up

How do you describe ...

2011-11-24T03:26:00.000-08:00

How do you describe a poetry journal in progress?

How do I

describe?

Desk

scribe

desk scribe

...

The ma that lasted a whole year

2011-11-23T17:01:00.000-08:00

The ma
that lasted
a whole year

Forteen months
really
into threes
and fours

The ma that lasted
a whole
year.

Then and Now

2011-11-23T16:58:00.000-08:00

Then and now
she wrote the book
in tenses past
in spaces
then - and now.

She told the story
of the bones.

She knew
the telling
of the tale.

She knew the telling
of the tail.

then and now
then and now

The -

Now

She knew.

Diss

2011-11-23T16:55:00.000-08:00

Diss

Organized

Thoughts.

The Weather Patterns

2011-11-23T14:21:00.000-08:00

The weather patterns so strong

They resonate.

Absorbed? No, not absorbed
but part of one

Undeniable

Forever
a shift in consciousness.

Dry

2011-11-23T14:15:00.000-08:00

Dries

Up.

Implodes

.

Explodes
the reign
in the silence of the snow

Flow

reestablished.

Winter Rain

2011-11-23T06:43:00.000-08:00

Tonight

to night

I could have

a million cups of tea