Monday, November 02, 2009

A common tongue for common things



Let us speak in grey and brown words,
a common tongue for common things,
mute a need for flamboyance or panache,
talk to dullardly stones in their laysome
language. We might chitter among the
downwood, chat about how the hill
shadow has advanced so early in the
break, leave a marker of stick or flower
to compare in the slow coming days.


Let us converse in a calliope of meadow,
the fielding vernacular of crake and vireo,
warble where we are in relation to every-
thing else and, if appropriate, allude in
starling tones to a mutual dispassion.
We might remark on the paranoia of
quail, how they nearly always keep to
brush avoiding open spaces for fear
hawk may descend bearing talon rain.

Let us hush in the stealth of saxifrage,
avoiding the passerine plumage of the
orangefire paradise, its blue tongue
piercing the sky in lyrebird chording
if one listens closely enough. We will
be about the unseen this day, the per-
sistent invisible that pass unnoticed,
much as we do; the collective necessary
if we, and all of this, are to continue.

Joseph Gallo
November 2, 2009



Blogger Ofira Sephiroth parried...

It's hard to pick out just one powerful stanza in your poetry. This poem has taken me away. Your use of words is impeccable.

November 02, 2009 12:36 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thank you, Ofira, for your lovely comment. Sometimes one has only to open a window or a door and the rest arrives as it will.

I'm fortunate enough to live on this 5-acre rancho in the coastal foothills with stunning ocean and mountain views, the animals all part of the splendid pageant.

Thank you, dear woman, for stopping by and I wish you a happy November!

Better impeccable than impeckable, eh? ;-)

November 02, 2009 3:29 PM  
Anonymous aharamanx parried...

Thank you for the respite. Reading this several times, I was happily lost in the midst your portrait, calm and open, empty and full in equal measure. Lovely.

November 07, 2009 7:47 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thank you, Ms. Manx. Together we can thank the wonderful creatures that inhabit the grounds of the rancho from wrens to roadrunners.

Watching them interact and live the small chapters of their lives has been an honor and one helluva read.

The small things speak for and to the larger things. Who knew. ;-)

November 07, 2009 7:57 AM  

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