Saturday, March 3, 2012

Six ways to cop a feeling

i. Never let go regardless of time


The clasp is fast, the clasp is slow
the clasp is colored mostly bone.


ii. I saw an opening that lasted for a second


Happy, happy before the clock strikes 
and the minute ebb recedes your joy.


iii. Place and time can fool you with uncanny vibrations


The spidery marble table top restricts position
and distracts with veins of black and orange.


iv. Sorry for the pie face, I thought you'd be amused


How gauche to speak of motors when your swept hair
is streaked with omelets voiced in silver and black.


v. Then I looked in the mirror and saw the code


Two dashes disturbed a periwinkle flitter
that almost rose in a memory of dots.


vi. I hear every word you say


I watched your wet lips speak a subtle truth
and, despite the chimes, had to pay attention.



9 comments:

  1. beautiful; loved the title and indeed there are uncanny vibrations...thanks for mentioning them and bringing them.

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  2. Hello.
    Powerful poem. Especially liked the ending.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  3. Liked this very much. Was drawn in by the title.

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  4. I really like this:

    "The clasp is fast, the clasp is slow
    the clasp is colored mostly bone."

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  5. Intriguing description -- How gauche to speak of motors when your swept hair is streaked with omelets voiced in silver and black.

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  6. i enjoyed the different style used here. makes each piece powerful in and of itself. i also like "uncanny vibrations" plus "spidery marble table top". the last line brings reminds me of my husband, and most men:)

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  7. @gardenia Girl: Not sure if poetry is teachable. I am still learning myself. Best way to learn is read lots of good poetry. Not mine. ;-)

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  8. @gG: Also, write a lot and throw a lot away. It's like learning to play an instrument but the chords are words and the notes are vowel sounds. Or something like that.

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