31 August 2012

these multitudes, these circles, this pulse

in my neck these brazen multitudes
slow circles
an honest pulse

I am only lines this pulse
shepherding the traces of you your multitudes
drinking you from the stone your circles

widening with the wind your circles
ravaged like your pulse
wrapped in the arms of your multitudes

these multitudes these circles this pulse


Brian Miller said...

this feels round it loops in and around itself well you really played off the repetition well in it...nice dance in your your word choice, like 'pulse' accentuates as well...

Mary said...

Enjoyed this; and that last line is really a strong one!

Semaphore said...

Nicely played, and the variations on the line length work effectively to obscure the structural framework of the tritina.