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:
A lot of wonderful imagery here. Actually, almost all the senses activated! Great. Love the sky leaking poems!
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....
One of your best,Cat.
I loved it.
Amazing imagery. And nice Escher reference as well, very well placed.
Great write here.
I am with poem blaze--love the imagery, especially the sky leaking poems!
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.
Yes, this is truly about that, those unwritten words that become a life. You sing my heart cords sweet friend. (Hugs)Indigo
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