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03 April 2012

symmetry, symmetry

our corridors, corridors

filled with libraries of hindsight

Escher knows, he knows

how many ways round are actually

up

chicaned by history

the fish hook in your flesh

yes yes

gills

she breathes between her ribs

she is mythical

because

she has to be

amongst the dead

threads of ivy

using stucco plastered walls

to sketch their thin

thoughts on leaving

she

spins a cue ball noun

into a pyramid of words

wishing ink

would take its shape

unassisted as the sky leaks

poems





a reading:

http://audioboo.fm/boos/740827

7 comments:

poemblaze said...

A lot of wonderful imagery here. Actually, almost all the senses activated! Great. Love the sky leaking poems!

Brian Miller said...

she

spins a cue ball noun

into a pyramid of words

wishing ink

would take its shape

unassisted as the sky leaks

poems

and i am running to catch a few on my tongue....

Judge Whisky said...

One of your best,Cat.
I loved it.

skyraft said...

Amazing imagery. And nice Escher reference as well, very well placed.

Great write here.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I am with poem blaze--love the imagery, especially the sky leaking poems!

Charles Miller said...

hmmm, nicely wound around the act of writing, this poem takes us into the heart of the creative process and along the way we see so many good lines. It's like watching words play on the playground of the mind. Nicely done.

Indigo said...

Yes, this is truly about that, those unwritten words that become a life. You sing my heart cords sweet friend. (Hugs)Indigo