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
3 comments:
this feels round it loops in and around itself well you really played off the repetition well in it...nice dance in your words...an your word choice, like 'pulse' accentuates as well...
Enjoyed this; and that last line is really a strong one!
Nicely played, and the variations on the line length work effectively to obscure the structural framework of the tritina.
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