is it fitful
the way that pleat
of peace
that corrugated hope
form canyons in your mind?
and all that growing
growing inside growing
spring inside of winter
vowels inside of nouns
your sinuous
shape
even words
undulate
they wail
silhouette and outline
what it is
and it is
it is
somehow
in this accordion fold
in this leaf
a radial spectrum
my
paper
autumn
4 comments:
Just simply stunning.
I have had a few drafts that have resulted in some fantastic origami! Love the word play, as you take us through your process, and the image could not have been more perfect!
this is lovely...great line breaks and play through out...and it leaves a smile...
Love every word, every twist and turn and pleat of this deft and ingenious piece. I confess I find poems on the seasons seldom original--a very well worn path--but you've run off it into the woods with a maenad whimsy here, and I love it. Merry Christmas, cat.
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