Here I Am
Sheila E. Murphy
Nimble fingering for F# above middle C, you know me. Old Centrigade in retrofit, about to slit open the frame in search of a redaction. What is to become of me? A wilderness in keeping with the stance across the dancefloor. Chills pressure siloes of withdrawal. Comma suffix overdose. Close up shop or host a diamond jubilee. The rules are old. Don’t overdo, I’m told. A licked shut promise often underplayed. Can you remember any other day like this? Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus. Feeble obligation stalls its marksman ship shape scruffy as a doll’s house withering with fest. The rest is draw-down clumsy on a par with wrested, filched, or glommed-onto reforms. New norms.
Return-ity, some dross, a finer picture of a thought
About the writer:
Sheila E. Murphy is an American text and visual poet who has been writing and publishing actively since 1978. She is the recipient of the Gertrude Stein Award for her book Letters to Unfinished J. (Green Integer Press, 2003). Murphy is known for working in forms including ghazals, haibun, and pantoums in her individual writing. As an active collaborator, she has worked with numerous writers in long poems spanning multiple volumes. Murphy’s visual work, both individual and collaborative, is shown in galleries and in private collections. Initially trained in instrumental and vocal music, her work is often associated with music in its language and rhythmic pulse. Murphy earns her living as an organizational consultant, speaker, and researcher and holds the PhD degree. She has lived in Phoenix, Arizona throughout her adult life..
Image: Untitled abstract painting by Sheila Murphy.