This is so evocative and filled with resonant imagery. I love the mood of mystery and quiet. Plus the sounds! i.e. "lamp's slant..." So enjoyable. Thanks for sharing.
i found a natural rhythm compiling in my mind at "weight bowed the oak scar." I find it difficult to align imagery with rhythm. Wonderfully done, could learn a thing or two from this
Yes, I have marveled in my indecision, contemplation amidst
the dry stench of other popular intensities
if I had seen a toughed of coiled hair, or just a strand, which may be mine or your's, or anybodies from travelers far. falling from stress in my work car, upon this letter, blown in the air, against the weather, i've not prepared, for memory sensational errrs
Paper Lands: Blueprints, feathers, and other possibilities.
It came on time, a cream square,
crisp as bone
Fold caught the lamp’s slant,
parchment thin and worn
Seal puckered like a mouth mid-syllable
Postmark bled, ink recoiled from the miles
Ochre smear on the flap,
a boot’s red earth from nowhere
Weight bowed the oak scar,
varnish peeled like shed hide
Corners dented soft,
boot-pressed in transit’s haste
Glue scarred the seam,
veins under frost-bitten rind
Fog coiled the panes,
lamps haloed in smeared thumbs
It held a bridge’s blueprint,
half-spanned above the gnawing
Or tallied feathers for the pyre,
glints kept for flame
Fingers brushed, lifted, hovered,
and closed with inaction and stay.
This is so evocative and filled with resonant imagery. I love the mood of mystery and quiet. Plus the sounds! i.e. "lamp's slant..." So enjoyable. Thanks for sharing.
i found a natural rhythm compiling in my mind at "weight bowed the oak scar." I find it difficult to align imagery with rhythm. Wonderfully done, could learn a thing or two from this
here goes:
Yes, I have marveled in my indecision, contemplation amidst
the dry stench of other popular intensities
if I had seen a toughed of coiled hair, or just a strand, which may be mine or your's, or anybodies from travelers far. falling from stress in my work car, upon this letter, blown in the air, against the weather, i've not prepared, for memory sensational errrs
then I would struggle to resist-
Your memory should not persist!
whilst crying- trying to mail-back,
the evidence of your attack,
your silence pierced a whole in me,
you let it bleed ever so slowly, n
ow here you are to remind me?
Your memory will not-persist!
Again, it rained, paper press perplexed
complaining like a kitten wet
My heart leaped back into my chest
and mind and body came aligned
to ease the Senses to which I said
"Just, might this happen all the time?"