An Out-Of-Tune Madrigal

 

I'm old enough

to become overwhelmed

by the smallest occurrence,

the tiniest change of perspective,

the least of the least

 

I see the light

just as it explodes

 

Some things become obvious

just as they cease

 

I fasten my skis,

put on my face

and head into the wind

 

Nobody is there,

except everybody;

the sharp acupuncture nails

of the corn snow,

the windy voices of the gale

out of the semi-darkness

and the voices in my head

of cosmic creatures that brought me here

through the hidden silence

in the noise of the extended here and now:
Mother Viola, friends like Sune, Sture, Kjellström,

foes, poets, painters, writers, musicians,

passers-by

 

I'm a flickering flare

in this faceless, head-on reckoning

of days,

on skis,

dressed in my windproof face

and the howling strength

of a general disobedience,

on the edge of myself;

everything an out-of-tune madrigal,

persistent in the storm,

while emotions flow

across the field of vision

 

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-12 at 13:18

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2023-01-16


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Ingvar, this is a really magical piece of poetry. I see that josephus has experienced the same kind of thought processes when skiing too. I think what you describe is so similar to how my mind travels and feels when I have been out walking in the countryside through the trees, across the fields, and all the time only alone in the physical sense. I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing.
Allen
2023-01-12


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is magical. I’m there beside you. Before I became ill, I back country skied (telemark) through winter woods, fields and streams. Always alone and always my thoughts were as yours; which you have so eloquently expressed here. You have become my voice! Magnificent!
2023-01-12