mothers look away from me now
seconds abscond with sense
in glissandos of angst
seconds abscond with sense
in glissandos of angst
dreams pour out their sure poison
I play it safe and then pretend
--what? I don't understand
watching homes bloom in flame
and wart and scab into craters
--I am an earnest surveyor
of everything left unsaid, noting
the news burns the day when
it could be lit up with peace
_____________________________
Note: Someday I will write a poem about Aaron Bushnell, but this is not it.
Pic: A mallard couple by themselves... they took to the water as we neared and I felt bad for disturbing their peace. Baker Woods Bog with L and T.
3 comments:
Oh, maya.
Your word choice in this poem is so good. I love the juxtaposition of Glissando and Angst; Bloom and Flame.
Wart and Scab both being used as verbs is awesome here.
The last stanza is beautiful in its imagery.
(Last note--wondering if removing the word 'up' might make the last line stronger? Just something to think upon.)
Nance-- Thank you SO much! I'm so happy it spoke to you...
I decided to let the "up" stay--I like the contrast with the violent implications of "lighting something up."
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