a fucking perfection really
i'm surrounded by heartbeats
i'm surrounded by the sahara
and the accumulation of
the
times of sand
nothing distracts me
from
the verdict handed down,
"you left."
ice melts around my tongue
but it doesn't
stop me
from swallowing
the lemon sky
i cannot name or think
of
my favorite authors,
i cannot name or think
of
girls names
starting with
the letter 'a'
but
i know
like a clairvoyant
if the moon disappears tomorrow
i'm at risk
of regretting again soon
[for this prompt & this one too]
From devouring heat of the dessert to the chilling taste of ice. No wonder the name of authors have gone poof, no wonder all the Annies and Andreas and Amanranthas of the world are dancing around blind wondering why their names have been licked from tongues.
ReplyDeleteblithe of you to say:-) thanks
ReplyDeleteInteresting take on the prompt. Amarylls, Anastasia, Anne Marie...i like the thoughts of these names burning away in the desert.
ReplyDeleteYou guys are good with your A names… A games:-)
DeleteThis poem has taste and bite! I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘ice melts around my tongue
but it doesn't stop me
from swallowing the lemon sky’
and
‘…i know
like a clairvoyant
if the moon disappears tomorrow
i'm at risk
of regretting again soon’.
It is indeed "a fucking perfection" — the vistas of the sky and the desert make for a delectable punch.
ReplyDelete"ice melts around my tongue but it doesn't stop me from swallowing the lemon sky,".. this is sheer poetic perfection!!
ReplyDeleteI third what Kim and Sanaa say... beautiful
ReplyDeleteand forth from me... love the way you describe how the senses dim when we're in despair...
ReplyDeleteI can feel the desert heat, followed by the ice....grief. This is how it manifests. Powerfully done.
ReplyDeleteWow! I really love this poem, from the first line all the way through. Man, when you can't think of things. I live in that place. For what it's worth, I don't think James Taylor goes with this at all, LOLOL
ReplyDeleteSenses lose their light when despair snuffs their candles. I feel the despair and the anxious wondering if it will ever lift.
ReplyDelete“Swallowing the yellow sky”. - love that phrase. Makes the despair come right to the surface.
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