last Wednesday she found another figment,
wedged tight around her trust-
fossil-set-history, mired beneath an empty tree,
poised sideways-upside-down
and inside-out.
a piece of her knows, either
that the other lacks enough understanding,
or has too much for an honest face
for these stone-heavy things to lift away
as inconsequential questions - the ones that matter most -
sit idlly etched behind fallow lips
and a gaze reflected inward
between moments of song and terror,
tug at pictures of indecency
settled hard around another attempt
to wave goodbye
with a sculptors hands;
without the closure of chisels:
just another legacy of statues found
in mirrors
she is all particles and dust in her
most recent dreams
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- statues in the park: part one by Nicolette.
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As always you give the reader something to chew on, and this poem is just another example of the creativity and intelligence you bring into your work, Kate.
The reference to Medusa makes this an intriguing write, lends so much depth of reflection to it. So many wonderful phrases in this poem like "the closure of chisels" - and many more. I really liked this and the closing lines seems to hang there...like dust. Stunning write.
Thank you so much for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Great closing lines. Of course the entire write is excellent - chiseled, etched. It has that tough, beautiful quality to it and then those last two lines have a softness. Such a good way to close this poem.
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wednesday
twice
i see a recurring theme here
upside down tree
makes me think of an upside down cross
somehow less .. sacred
i am less than poetic today
and more than silent
i hope this will do -
beautiful Kate... I can't think of any lines that need work.
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The "poised sideways-upside-down
and inside-out." makes me all confused and dizzy
I like the irony of this line, but think it speaks a lot of truth:
"as inconsequential questions - the ones that matter most -" The title is intriguing, medusa turned men to stone, so if she is inside out, then would that mean that she's turning herself to stone? Somehow, I feel that I can relate to your third stanza or the first big stanza all too well, but can't quite put my finger on it as to why I can. I like the imagery in this poem, very well written. Complex for my tired brain right now, I'll have to read it again later to see if I can pick up something new.
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