Friday, February 19, 2010

The Consequence Of My Promise

There is a woman I have met while blogging who loves the images of stones. I will leave it to you to guess at all the ways stones are metaphors. I have found from time to time that her stones creep into my poems. I find they fit just fine.

The trouble with commitment is that you have to do it to find out if there is a blessing in it. You cannot guess. I knew this so completely on my wedding day and my stress at the risk I was taking was so high that I tried to get drunk and could not. I drank many drinks and ate psilocybin ‘shrooms. All I got was calm enough to live. Of course the night before was so drunk that I was just sick sick sick with alcohol toxicity. Stuff happened, not bad but interesting and truthful. I wound up talking with Ann’s older sister for a long time that night while we got drunk. The outcome was good for Ann, maybe not so good for Mary. Mary was difficult. I didn’t think I would survive my wedding day.

I went for years swearing I would never do a wedding ever again, not from the groom’s position. I never have. I would not be against it should something come up now. There are, of course other kinds of commitments, other promises.

The Consequence Of My Promise

When I promised love
and honor in your service
I did not know then
I would soon become
an altar upon which you
would place your true stones.

In this way I am
now more than I was as you
add to my essence.

April 6, 2009 12:23 PM

7 comments:

  1. Christopher, i am trying to get off the computer. On my side bar my eye caught the title of your post and i could not resist.
    Why do you talk about promises today? You know that will make me cry. But you write so beautiful...
    I suppose i am the mary, not the one in your story, although my middle name is maria. In my story of promises, i put my stones on an altar that wasn't ment to be for me.

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  2. Jozien, it was just the next poem. You see it was written in April last year. You have the consequences of promises in your life, yes you do. We all do. Life is difficult. There is no question about it.

    Loving you.
    xoxo

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  3. Christopher.... and Jozien...

    I love the stones... I have put stones on both of your alters...


    xoxo

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  4. a little link for pizza take-out on the altar would be good too. spiritual munchies after so much talk about being stoned....

    They'll stone you when you're trying to be so good
    They'll stone you just like they said they would
    They'll stone you when you're trying to go home
    They'll stone you when you're there all alone
    But I would not feel so all alone
    Everybody must get stoned

    They'll stone you when you're walking on the street
    They'll stone you when you're trying to keep your seat
    They'll stone you when your walking on the floor
    They'll stone you when your walking to the door
    But I would not feel so all alone
    Everybody must get stoned

    They'll stone you when you're at the breakfast table
    They'll stone you when you are young and able
    They'll stone you when you're trying to make a buck
    They'll stone you and then they'll say good luck
    But I would not feel so all alone
    Everybody must get stoned

    Well They'll stone you and say that it's the end
    They'll stone you and then they'll come back again
    They'll stone you when you're riding in your car
    They'll stone you when you're playing you guitar
    Yes But I would not feel so all alone
    Everybody must get stoned
    Alright

    Well They'll stone you when you are all alone
    They'll stone you when you are walking home
    They'll stone you and then say they're all brave
    They'll stone you when you're send down in your grave
    But I would not feel so all alone
    Everybody must get stoned

    Bob Dylan
    Everybody Must Get Stoned

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  5. i wrote this pome on twitter and it got retweeted :)

    i immediately thought you'd like it:

    fleeting moments caught in amber reverie || art-i-fact illusion of simultaneity || suspended in life's honey oozing time

    fleeting glympse
    GD

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  6. Oh, the weight has lifted,
    I've gone and dropped the stones.
    My drawers are drooping
    but I don't feel all alone.
    The walk is cluttered
    but my time's my own.
    The ectoplasm's looping
    and the Ghost's come home!

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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