Voices...
Saturday, November 26, 2011
I've realised that the way I'm working this poem means it'll come out backwards. Although it was never intended to be strictly linear, but rather a confluence of voices. The quote about the orbit of stars comes from a Lavinia Greenlaw poem, although it also reminds me of a physicist I lost my heart to.
Woke up; found my
love gone.
Left in its place
words
falling from the
seams.
Many's the night
I've walked this
land. I was trying
to remember.
It felt like my
mind
was being cast
out
to sea. Tiny
bits of brain
nibbled
by
phosphorescence. Are they
illuminating
the darkness or
is it
permeating
them?
Like the sunken
shell of integrity
I
sit and wait.
I rise
with the tide so
I have
to fall.
He left stains
on the carpet where
he'd dropped his
consonants.
All achin',
shakin' and breakin'.
His hollow cheeks
gulping down
apologies. Tired
lies
and vinegar flies
carve mermaids on
his eyes,
which look to the sky.
He said he knew
science;
told me
how you get pairs
of stars that pull
into orbit
forever
unable to touch
or part
like how grains of
sand
won't just
dissolve into water.
Some words I
collect
and I have stars
in my heart.
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