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17 April 2011

four pieces


skin of an old god
glimmers
green glow
I take a run
into the
sharp
unknowing
razor blade
bars
clean cut me
into four
fine pieces
the first
a feast
of photosynthesis
beading
each pigment
to the next
the second
sent to parry
with the breeze
to syncopate
to diverge
to
keep
it
wild
the third
dancing
with the shadows
hands
around the hips
of
silhouettes
romancing
the dark
the fourth
with the cool
damp of stone
in its arms
dissipates
into the
hot
hum
of air


offerd as part of One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday

11 comments:

elisasspot said...

YUMMY YUM!! Interesting to force through bars and nothing else!

dustus said...

Love your reading! Excellent breakdown of life through poetic lines, which I read as a balance between fatalism and optimism.

Brian Miller said...

surreal but followable and wicked flow...i rather like the second...

Claudia said...

wow - excellent idea and i agree with brian...wicked flow...a creative and very unexpected take on the prompt..

Diana Lee said...

This is my first morning read I don't think anything else I read will compare to this today. Utterly fantastic.

ellen said...

I've no interest in intellectual analysis of this, I just became a multi-sected shaft of light, probability waves coalescing into actualities, a reality show of light exploding into my sensorium. Nice.

KidDenverPoet said...

Sharp, cutting, quick, and witty POV through the bars and into the green lit scene beyond. I like!

Lolamouse said...

Nice flow to this. Also something sensual, earthy. I like it!

kez said...

almost organic ...thank you

radish68 said...

words and rhythm . very nice

cat said...

thank you all, for your comments and for sharing your take and your experience of reading it (and or listening to it..) I am grateful to you all.