Neruda knew the Just Is
how it hangs
between clavicles and vowels
and illuminates the half cut city skyline
how it howls
and caws
how it sits
on a dead poets hill
and looks out
like a sentry
or an angel made of bricks
canals like slit
veins bleed
through the buildings
the tallest i
I've ever seen
blooming buds the shape of
satellite dishes
wishes
of a new age where the page
is a punch card and a key fob
10 comments:
'..canals like slit
veins bleed...' ~ 21 lines cut and pared to perfection.
Strong piece, really hits home, nicely done!
dang...sharp imagery and def carries its weight in the punch card...smiles. excellent verse
Love the imagery in this poem.
Particulary the lines "and illuminates the half cut city skyline", "blooming buds the shape of
satellite dishes" and "how it sits
on a dead poets hill".
Great poem.
Love the urban impressions -- "half cut city skyline" and "blooming buds the shape of satellite dishes". Enjoyed this.
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Some of the wonderful imagery here. Terrific it is!
a key bob from a punch card what an excellent ending so well done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/18/farewell-my-three-legged-friend/
some awesome images here... "how it hangs/ between clavicles and vowels...", plus I love the abrupt line lengths. great piece. :)
Were you to gain entry, you may hear his voice still resonates. Or does the angel say his words now?
I think there is a spiritual tone to your poem, soft yet moving. Nice.
It is not often an oyster yields a pearl. Here is an exception.
Cheers!
Another really good poem, Cat. Referencing Neruda's tomatoes and beautiful nudes and commitment to social justice ('Just Is')in the urban pathos of London. And all held together with the hiphop-esque wordplay and internal rhyme of the title. Think it might just have turned the corners of the laureate's lips ever so slightly upwards.
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