TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

10:05 AM
Posted by jodi rose

Notes from Slovakia

Illumination slips elusively by
remember how I hate commerce
you are a lonely island in a vast ocean
jokes Crick about me in barcelona
living a life of poetry, how insane
strangely is what I am impelled to do

some inner force drives me to the particular
and bizarre, the textures and longing
melting silk under my tongue
scratchy rough world can't touch me
here I am snowdrops, moon-petals, ice particles

I like to be anonymous
slip nameless through unknown streets

I want you to sing to me
luscious molten rough gravelly treacle
whisky and moors flow in your voice
out of control, stumbling and lurching
your way closer, a face I can't read
yet to learn the signs to decipher
and a smile that lights up my heart.

I seem to be nowhere
successful despite myself
not sure what to do with it
or where to go next
the world scrapes me raw

I fell in love once
with sky blue eyes,
dramatic oceans of mood
pillowy lips, corkscrew hair
darkening cloud
quickening sparkles
but like all my other loves
enchanted, I let him go
float drift fade away
odd that now I can
hardly remember his name.

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Everyone loves to see white hot
fire trails lighting up the night
do you ever stop and think about
how it feels to be that shooting star
burning a thousand years energy
to blaze along your velvet way?

I watched the lunar standstill when
the moon hangs, plump and juicy
with orange wish so low in the sky
she traces the arches of my sea green bridge

I am the keeper of the moon
her path out of bounds tonight,
once in nineteen years,
while I feel this way every day
strain, stretch and pull to be
free of earth's gravity
then sink once more beneath the hills.

I want to dance kiss laugh sing
instead lie in bed, alone, awake
wanting you, waiting for peace.
perhaps the whisky will help.

single malt balverie double wood
amber scent drag on fire breath
I search for one on my wavelength
but feel so out of bounds, off course
give me a sign, will we ever connect?

This journey is about
love and longing
sorrow and forgetting
life and hope
sensuality and rain.

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something about the randomness
of the places, and connections
which i like.

somehow trying to encompass it all
have a grand plan that covers everything
is not quite right.

there has to be an element of chance,
of chaos, unexpected meetings,
and poetry.

essence. the nature of connections
being grounded in a place
going deeper, not skimming the surface.

maybe it is like one of those romantic quests,
to actually attain the object of one's desire would
render it null and pointless, erase the power
it has over your imagination.

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reminds me of leonard cohen's other great saying,
that you have to fail in your mandate sometimes
and stand without guilt, to say I failed
and perhaps failing was the ultimate mandate