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mist
by dark
(pieces of music and song, somewhere inside you by now)
I
am the white horse
who
fell down
the
willow slope bank kill
cobblestone
lane
bad
fencing
I
am mending slow
rain
seeping cloud slow
I
am part tide
part
waiting to be born
I am a
thought rise
a kept burn
I am into pain
into
feeling joy
into chasing
my soul’s tail
act
one
a
skin lick opera
velvet
curtains reveal
you
said nothing
I
followed gravity
instinct
and articulation
a
single bound ambulation of night
act
two
heart
to hearth thirst wanting
we
pour back in
through
the old dusty glass
streetlights
glowing warm December
every
car quietly waiting
for
the daylight again
passengers
on the long consumption train
sleep
dreaming of what they can
between
bombast greeting
mixed
message holiday sales pitches
act
three
no
I don’t believe in that
or
even that but love is a sticky companion
tends
to muddy and clarify things
enough
for me to make my own rituals
between
each theft of reason
each
passage poem
each
time I reach in
for
another part of life
beneath its undertows
EJR
©
the 'i am' statements in the opening are cool...i rather like the tides one...and how that plays into reaching into the undertow in the last bit...personally i rather like act three...smiles.
ReplyDeletedrowning is the crown without ego...chaos flows, into any geometric certainty...a poem that stops you, counting time...can, of course, be a need...
DeleteIt is a gamut run, a disparity of emotion and would it not be had Cobblestone Lane been better fenced. It is full of force, powerful. I have re-read it several times and get a different shade each read through. Maybe that's what cycled through as you wrote it.
ReplyDeleteCheers!