Is: muted/ the empty sky
of evening/ wept until –
The stars fray/
derelict shadows
lie in ragged heaps/
the I, crystalline,
beside me –
long, serpentine
Is: muted/ the empty sky
of evening/ wept until –
The stars fray/
derelict shadows
lie in ragged heaps/
the I, crystalline,
beside me –
long, serpentine
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thanks Peter, i don’t mind that.
Well, I’d have to say I wouldn’t try justifying anything on Poetry Circle, it’s a lost deal, you’re always outnumbered and critically out-gunned LOL I love the jarring of the title when it bangs up against the ‘mighty’ ‘Is:’ in the first line, and how it finishes with the ‘serpentine’ ‘I’, like the serpent in Eden.
thank you Sommer. i tried to justify the formatting on Poetry Circle, when asked about it, but failed. i think your comment sums it neatly.
This is stunning, the formatting captures the feeling of fracture contributing to the dream-like quality of the imagery.