I try to be reasonable but it’s hard when everything is an omen:
mail for a dead woman,
a stray branch lodged in the telephone wires,
a distant sonorous shatter of glass.
and every day your tree frog’s laugh tries to loosen its grip on my viscera.
it does not succeed.
one day you were a caveat;
some day you’ll be a dream.
and nothing will remain but the blondeness of the morning
and the terrifying multiplicity of the world.
i am becoming crazy and you are still beautiful.
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Last line is a very clear image of surrender, nice
for me very nostalgic, the nervous clarity of youth.
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This sounds like a gorgeous song lyric...it's not 'comfortable', but it's mellifluous, it's all melted and dreamy but also sort of fractured feeling at the same time...I don't know how better to explain the feeling.
'and every day your tree frog's laugh...' - you are an original. But at the same time,this is so right and familiar, I could have written it, or thought it. Which is its power, I think - it's not as exotic as it sounds - I mean it is, but it is also a sort of dawning that yep, that's what I've thought, which makes it this lovely, shared, human thing. How did you do that with a jungle frog, please?
Every time I check in here and you've written something, I get a little thrill. And it's always more delicious than I'd hoped for. Please, please, never stop putting your poems on here. Because I think my inner tree frog would wilt.
'I am becoming crazy and you are still beautiful'.
Indeed, indeed.
X
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Wow.
This takes the reader by the scruff of the neck, gentle yet firm, and delivers him/her to the writer's reality.
Well done.
Lilac Moon
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cool piece
like your use of language and unique structure. especially liked the lines:
"one day you were a caveat;
some day you’ll be a dream."
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Incredible
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