unfortunately for you, i'm not going to post my new poem yet, as i want to look at it in the morning and see if it makes any sense at all, and then i'll pass it along.
however, i've finally gotten this other older poem to a point where i can read it out loud and not feel like it absolutely sucks, so i'm calling it officially finished. so i'll distract you with it while i continue to work on the new one. cheers!
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three peaces
I
talking can terraform
can flatten the tangled
topography of the mind
into flat verdance
i can see what’s coming miles away
nothing jumps out
nobody screams
and even at night the shadows stretch under the moon
but at least i can see the tips of them.
II
the edge of the shore
water running
into
and up
and over the pebbles
pulling them
pushing them
they roll as they rest in that
interminable but
gentle grasp
fireflies at the edges of this scene
at the edges of my fingers
fighting off
cold darkness indefinition
all at once
giving form to everything
while also being cowed by it
the stars are coldhardbright
they eat enough of the sky that
i almost feel like i can grab them
but i won’t
even the utmost beauty
perhaps especially
the utmost beauty
seems perilous to touch out here
i stretch out on the rocks
a million peas with a mattress hidden underneath
from this angle the sky is splintered
by the spidery fingers of a birch tree
leaning out over the beach
from the closest green spot to
the fringe
the edge
the fire’s light
is almost invisible
but i can see the smoke
curling
around the tips of my toes.
III
the moon’s loud enough that it’s night
but not it's night enough to sleep
the riverbed
long since abandoned by anything that could have given it that name
lies
dappling the moonlight into a thousand shades
rose, for love (?)
pearl, for age
silver, for time
blue, for the sky
which is still blue even when it’s too dark to tell.
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