tapestry fragment, enigma…

My knowledge crumbles. The trees and the soldiers, the mountains. We go bounding over the edge of the precipice and the dolphin laughs to greet us. God veils our faces and buries our joys, our madness, our passions. We are comets wheeling out into emptiness, wishing to extinguish the shoplights and go home. I go a vast distance, collecting experience, trading stories with strangers. I shall return to this place and bring other gifts when I come.

Perhaps I was bred for war and storm, for fire and hunger, but I was also bred for other than violence. We pick through the centuries for our scattered bits and pieces, and find them remarked and remembered and tossed ashore by dolphins. We are refreshed by cool moonlight even as restlessness undoes us. We read meaning in the way the air shimmers. We are banished from love until we learn kindness, until we no longer love warfare and we no longer fear silence.

What could be more fair?

to be continued… more here.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in art, awakening, for enigma, lovers, poem, poetry, prose poem, tapestry. Bookmark the permalink.

7 Responses to tapestry fragment, enigma…

  1. johemmant says:

    The three pieces are wonderful……as I’ve said to you before, you write as well as you paint…….wait, you write as you paint, colour, images, movement. Wow.

    Like

  2. Paul says:

    That is lovely. Great balance and rhythm and clarity in the images as well. And as Jo says, very visual.

    Like

  3. xpalla says:

    Rick there is so much I love about this story. Your imagination is beyond, beyond. If there is such a thing.
    The comets wheeling out into emptiness, wishing to extinguish the shoplights an go home. We read meaning in the way the air shimmers ,and the emotion evoked when you talk about the tapestry she is weaving to throw around her shoulders and protect her daughter. the needle prick ,and the blood ,I could go on and on……..How do you do it????? Keep up the good work

    Like

  4. marlowe44 says:

    Rick, you are a hell of a writer. I love your style that slides from Faulkner, through McCarthy (Cormec), and then embraces Leonard Cohen. You write poetic lines, and pregnant clauses; rife with vivid imagery and vibrant visualization. I love it. Going back and reading the whole of tapestry fragment, I find it truly enigmatic; transporting us to other dimensions, like a rogue P.K. Dick.

    With your permission, I would like to take the prose from “enigma”, and show you the hidden poem in it–for it is there, just as surely as we, spiritual entities that we are, both co-created this universe, and exist multidimensionally similtaneously. I still am a bit lost midst the miasma of your wonderful site, but slowly, slowly, I am finding my way.

    Glenn Buttkus

    *and thanks for your plugs for my blog site, FEEL FREE TO READ. I used another one of your paintings this morning to illustrate a collaborative effort between Alex Shapiro and Doug Palmer. I have mentioned your site in my comments. I will try and get Doug, who is the technocrat, to set up a link to your site.

    Like

  5. rick mobbs says:

    jo and paul, comments from both of you are always highly valued… maybe I should say prized…

    xpalla, wish I knew how I do it. Sometimes it seems to be squeezed out by pain, sometimes it seems the fruit of inspiration, sometimes it comes from what seems ongoing, frustrating endless work and revision. And then there are the dry periods inbetween where I just don’t want to write or paint or where life is just too much in the way or too demanding of time and energy to leave much left over for art… where I’m scared that I am not going to be able to get back to it. So far I have always managed to find my way back. Say a prayer for me and I’ll say one for you.

    Hey Glenn, I am glad to discover you. Thanks for the kind words. And yes, of course, I would love to see the poem you have unearthed.

    I know it the site isn’t the easiest to navigate through. I am thinking of trying to lay out all the image prompt material in a more sensible, orderly way and then taking it to a new blog… but putting it in good order before opening the blog. This one has grown organically and it has been a great learning experience but I would like to make it easier for people to find their way. The way it is now I am afraid of missing entries or forgetting to enter someone’s work and I also see where I have duplicate entries and clutter. Also, I think I need a place to get back to and enter my own work, which I sometimes neglect.

    Like

  6. marlowe44 says:

    Pardon me, sir, but your prose enticed me to share it over on FFTR. It shows up like this.

    enigma…
    May 30, 2008 by rick mobbs

    My knowledge crumbles.
    The trees
    and the soldiers,
    the mountains.

    We go bounding
    over the edge
    of the precipice
    and the dolphin laughs
    to greet us.

    God veils our faces
    and buries our joys,
    our madness,
    our passions.

    We are comets
    wheeling out
    into emptiness,
    wishing to extinguish
    the shoplights
    and go home.

    I go a vast distance,
    collecting experience,
    trading stories
    with strangers.
    I shall return
    to this place
    and bring other gifts
    when I come.

    Perhaps
    I was bred
    for war
    and storm,
    for fire
    and hunger,
    but I was also
    bred for
    other than violence.

    We pick through
    the centuries
    for our scattered bits
    and pieces,
    and find them
    remarked
    and remembered
    and tossed ashore
    by dolphins.

    We are refreshed
    by cool moonlight
    even as restlessness
    undoes us.
    We read meaning
    in the way
    the air shimmers.

    We are banished
    from love
    until we learn
    kindness,
    until we
    no longer love
    warfare
    and we
    no longer fear
    silence.

    What could be
    more fair?

    Rick Mobbs

    I would love to poeticize more of your prose, if you dig it.

    Glenn

    Like

  7. Pingback: new arrivals, new arrangements « the storybook collaborative

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s