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black grains scattered
across the sand
the waveforms of the sea
transcribed
in ways a shell will never utter
Coming into land at Indianapolis
over fields made monocrome
by dark and fallow soil,
and snow
I try to read a land
I do not yet know
Ruffled fur
the tabby's wild mottles
shuffle and reform
Lines across his back
punctuation on his belly
In the flash of lightning
the language of forgotten gods
who in their madness
lost speech, but still
clap their hands for our attention
these thoughts are not mine
I just write down
what the world whispers
synesthesia
the blessing of
an open mind...
Patiently I string together
all the words I find.
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Poetry Monday participants:
8 comments:
I REALLY LIKE:
"the language of forgotten gods
who in their madness
lost speech, but still
clap their hands for our attention"
POWERFUL...
My fave is this part:
these thoughts are not mine
I just write down
what the world whispers
Beautiful poem. Love the imagery!
this is why i think my poetry sucks - because writers like all y'all make the words dance. sigh. i sure do loves me a good poem though, and you're right Wylie - i like that too.
This is a wonderful poem. I have to agree with Rhian about that stanza. It really jumped off the screen for me.
I really liked the whole thing, LOL! I just write down what the world whispers That kind of head space doesn't come on me very often, but I love it when it does.
It's great to be part of Poetry Monday!
I esp. like:
fields made monochrome
by dark and fallow soil
Nice!
Great poem!
Very evocative - nice use of words.
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