Friday, January 28, 2011

"rumi" i murmur

"Rumi" i murmur,
"I've been speaking to the dead,
in silence with clipped wings.

"Over the next 8 months,
we will (with and
without, intent)
starve our emotions
just to remain
in these vows of silence..."


We will put out our candles
and sing to the night sky,
without mouths,
but with pouring open eyes,
and embraces, warm
under the summer moonlight.

I will remember you
in the hurry
that I loved you,
and the fury,
that we lost you.

But the lush beauty you left
to stow away in our hearts
we hold tonight in our hands-
captive, though unwilling to escape.

We are thankful for this moment
that you have left in our hearts-
that we can share it with you still.


For you, i will cover
such grave decisions
with a single agate.

It's millions of years
ought to put enough space
between us
that memory
could short change the anger
of your early dismissal

(call it jealousy).

There is a beauty
that you could never
have vanquished,
nor outran.

It is now the hues
of the morning sky;
the heat
of the afternoon sun;
the scent of evening rain;

and the midnight sauntering
of hands,
reaching for each other;
washing each other;
all ways wishing,
for each other.

Wanting to remember.
To never forget.
To know,
and have known.

In these memories of want,
and ware,
whet with emotion,
I do embrace you, thankful
for the time that we shared.


For your memory
we will not silence lips,
or tongue,
nor tooth and nail.

For you, we will diminish
our inability to forget.

We will stand together
and clap our hands
at the night sky,
until it blossoms
like a nuclear sunrise.
Exposing us,
finally naked to the new day.

We will shout out the lights
upon this vibrant arrival,
having been readying all night
for the battle of daybreak to begin.

We will not sleep.

For you -and now everyone,
We will celebrate
without shame,
or silence,
but with voice,
and volume.
So that no one
will have to stand alone
in the dark


FIRST VOW: on june 26th, 2009, my friend chelsea hart died in an electrical fire in her apartment. she had been thrust into my life, as well as the lives of my friends and then taken from us, with a speed and fury that haunts me to this day. i will not forget her.

SECOND VOW: on september 8th, 2009, my secret crush and close friend sena hanson was shot to death in her home by her husband john downing. this is a loss that i can not speak on. i have no words for it. sena, is arabic for "to praise".

THIRD VOW: on february 1st, 2010, my very good, and very close friend jessica moeller died of a drug overdose. she struggled with those needles for a long time. and i miss her every day. i will be tattooing a wisdom tooth on myself as well as 4 others in her memory.

but this poem is about more than just them. i lost a lot (people and things) over the years. in these losses, i have not been able to recover. i struggle with it every day, and sometimes i see tangible progress, other days i only witness psychological/spiritual chaos. i wrote this as a means to remind me that i am moving forward. that i have too many friends that are worth my efforts to stay alive, stay supportive, and to stay honest with myself as well as others. chelsea was one of the single most loving people i have ever encountered. she truly loved everyone. and she loved me. and that makes it easier for me to deal with her death. sena was a friend from way back in the day. as beautiful as the sun is bright. i miss her so much. god how she loved the madness. hell hath no fury like sena hanson. and jessica, how the fuck could someone so intelligent, so far from the average bear, do something so stupid? i know the answer. i just don't want to hear it out loud.

it means a lot to me that anyone reads any of this shit. it really does play a large role in my ability to remain sane.

this piece was originally written june 19th, 2010.


wildchild said...

the postscript to your poem(s) was a perfectly written as the poetry itself. I can relate to much of what you say, and I am heartened that this online writing community helps to sustain you through tough days. I hope it helps to know that your words blaze across the equator, right through to the end of the world and hang in the heads of my children and I. I have used some of your poems in our language studies (I homeschool my two kids and your poems have been used along with ee cummings, spike milligan, Roger McGough and Jason Neese xxx). Please ALWAYS see the value in keeping on going x

Julia said...

More than read it, Seth. We feel it.

So sorry to hear of these losses. I love the Hart/Heart homophone. I love this:

I will remember you
in the hurry
that I loved you,
and the fury,
that we lost you.


I love that you know the meaning of names beneath the names. I love that you love your friends so deeply. I love that you love.

You are so easy to love. I am positive that they loved you back just as fiercely.

You have paid them a fine tribute. xo

seth elkins said...

thank you, to you both. thank you so much.

Elly said...

no words. just tears. i'm sorry sethie. all wrapped up in my sand cocoon and i forgot to listen to skipping pulses of beats lost along the way. please don't ever stop writing. you, and you are in Rare company, can really really Write.

seth elkins said...

thank you, elly.