On this Poetry Friday that follows The Solstice of the Summer of 2010, we celebrate the mysteries of the mind set to music.  Our visiting poet Millicent Borges Accardi leaves us with a raga for a fast-approaching, evanescent phase of the moon.  Enjoy.

A Raga for the Full Moon

This is a rope
let down for the lost,
a jute without twine.
This is five
matches and nothing
to drink.  A giant
step of sweet
sound, with only
the vibrations
of a piano next
to my hips.
This is a glass
slid sideways across
the table in a club
where no one opens
their throat to the lowness
of a Chalumeau register.
The overtones, of green
hearts, the under sounds
of a blue
river about to melt.
This is brandy
burning a brittle
lyric, a calm spring
rose in a busy
horizon of notes.

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  • David Nagel June 27, 2010 at 10:10 pm

    Gorgeous, Millicent.

  • James Lee Jobe June 26, 2010 at 9:07 pm

    This is a beautiful, haunting piece, where language becomes music, and poetry becomes a part of our soul. Many thanks.-JLJ

  • Tad Richards June 26, 2010 at 10:36 am

    This really does capture the feeling of a raga. And I love the way it ends, from the brandy to the rose.