fulfillment the wings I guess
to think that a being resists anyone
in space or on a cliff
to think that a being resists
the tower one reading in a book
'they shall whisper the end and...'
the etymology: will, well, wealth;
voluptuous, voluptuary;
gallop, wallop;
nothing about flying
so you say, ok, I'm going to a well
or you place the epigraph here, for example:
where it's easier to see
(it's harder to argue
with that)
and next(‘time,’ ‘unseen’,
even though
we have ways
of saying it
we will not
go down into it
we will not scour it, not bite more off of it
than we can)
(still the ears hear things)
when I held you up to it and I
(stared)
(stared at it)and I said hush
hush I said
(hush)
don't even breathe
*
to bebreathless, exacting
demand
yr heels:throw
sparks
on that burst
yr sense for breaking
into the words
is what’s
true most
mechanicalhoodno
and when i said
I didn’t mean it
I didn't have to
say such things as 'I was'
'you are'
'be the light,' 'stroke
it the light do
it'
(described me I mean)
(the thirsty sinner)who was(‘up close’
the wrong way
in the car
and yet the mirror was
right behind you)
*
for out of the boulevard (at night, light froths, so meticulous,sometimes)
and I could be a ping
in your motor
could be
a signal
of yr demise
this makes a difference
believe me
you could forgive it (with footsteps
and I would be happy)
I would be the one who
(fell in)
(yes,
the next time
although I'd do it
I'd do it better
I'd will you to
feel
something)
*
flecked with suspenseor thoroughly
unbecoming
an unseen
brushstroke
begging to be described as the one who
(what only happened to me once was
I got to the center and
you missed it and)
this fanatical being was there this one angel whocould do something who
could swat the world with his wing
and he did it
one time
and the world said
'oh god'
get up
and it was terrifying
the way
it divided you
divided me
*
for I have stooda long time
under the circle
watching you
a long time
(wrestling)
my mouth away
from it
from the shape
the light
the confession
and the things
you were
became famous
in my mind
and I have stood
a long time
under the
and all the dirty mirrors
and who you were
and who I was
and what we both knew and had to say
although it wasn't what we said
not what we said
4 comments:
good one , david. enjoyed this all the way through.
read it so quickly as couldn't get enough of it - it's very beautiful and poignant and then blogger was slow, too slow last night for me to leave a comment
the look of it really really works - but then it would have to - given what this is about
very well crafted
this was great! i'm not generally attracted to this type of poem merely because it's overused to "fill up negative space" and all that poetic's "stuff", but your use of space was not only enhancing but necessary to make this poem all it could be, and was. lovely job.
peace,
nancy.
hi, thanks everyone.
sorry i am just now getting back over here.
--D
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