After seeing a photograph of nothing in particular
At the mention
of distance,
your bones flower
into spores
and blank, fibrous
diamonds. What
gives? Cannon
ball. Belly
flop. Chisel stars
out of photographs
and string
a bracelet. Who
would you give
it to? I sparkle.
I focus. A cluster
of signatures
form a canopy. Banyon.
Fused above
and below.
Anatomical
circle, navel.
The eye
of storm and
the ridge
of shelf cloud.
of distance,
your bones flower
into spores
and blank, fibrous
diamonds. What
gives? Cannon
ball. Belly
flop. Chisel stars
out of photographs
and string
a bracelet. Who
would you give
it to? I sparkle.
I focus. A cluster
of signatures
form a canopy. Banyon.
Fused above
and below.
Anatomical
circle, navel.
The eye
of storm and
the ridge
of shelf cloud.
posted by Unknown at 9:19 PM
2 Comments:
I love the tightrope form of this, and the ending. Not sure about "charm bracelet" -- seems too cutesy for the gravity of the rest of it. I'm going to go write off it.
Wierd- I added charm later after reading through it- I'm trying to convey some sense of triviality but also ownership. . .maybe just bracelet would work.
I had to read the word "tightrope" like five times before I figured out what word it was. I kept reading "tigh-trope" and thought it was some kind of poetic term I wasn't familiar with. i think I'm going to have to use it in a poem somehow. . .
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