Towers of Ecstasy

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the fifth of ten poems.

This body

rising fleshly

dough

bursting flowers forth

the hue of singular purpose

though unknown

peeking blue by blue

over brickwork

through little windows

purple red and gold

the light brings peace

while

stepping on trembling steps

controlled by rusty beat

copied in astrological brainstorm

a supernova idea

easily lost in this puddle

easily sweetly

dissolving

though at the core

the foundation

smoother and heavier than stone

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26 thoughts on “Towers of Ecstasy

  1. Wonderful poem to read out loud. I love how the recurring rhyme of ‘o’ (dough, though, unknown etc) culminates in that last word ‘stone.’ For some reason when I was reading it, though 🙂 , I kept wanting to reverse the order of the second line, so it said ‘fleshly rising’ instead…

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    1. haha you are so intuitive! I originally had fleshly rising, but I wanted the body to be rising rather than the adjective…. hmmm but yes it flows better the original way i agree xxxxx you are cool

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      1. I love that word, too. Always been one of my favorites…so very ultimate, when it comes to describing an end with a beginning. Or something explosive. Or, or, or. 🙂

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  2. I don’t know how, but I understood every bit of this beautiful poetry. Wow, “though at the core, the foundation, smoother and heavier than stone.” I can feel that.

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