Courtesy of Alexander Gray Associates: 'Centered' (2002), Joan Semmel © |
vitamin D today as the sun higher climbs into me
centering impossible to determine things
often drives the eyes to mad rendering
scenting pool liquid soul marrow
at the bottom of the pot, clocks
slow stir atop fire to an up close
we let go of need
often warmed with
last Winter stacked stilled
gathered and burning
for us to keep
moving through the lens
and what our sense of self is
the flight goes on scheduled
despite fighting arctic eddy hair
whispering prattle teeth and rake
powder snow
poems in mares tails
fine themselves across my
very own throat-ed bare
raw and ready
for Spring landscapes...
I had been wishing for fireballs
to become one
of these moments
pieces, poems piercing
as if stolen coal aglow rowed
over the night sky
for days now, wishing...
last night one appeared
bled brilliant blue nudity
carved my artful corpuscle-d dark
the knife of time plunging deep
into the terribly cold air...
EJR ©
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