1. The Color
Know this: You
will end up hating it. Half-
done, the blanket will wind
through your sleep
in marled blue, horse-blanket
blue, a shower of chaff
in the barnlight,
red-flecked like the roan
you dreamed of riding. You wake
to solid white.
2. The Hook
An oar pulling the water. Pull
the face of it through, pull
the night behind you. Set
the face of it down. Rest.
Your hands must learn
the language of water, where
it ends, where the air begins,
where the dock is waiting,
stoic, hushed, a placid pole
that wants the rope.
3. The Knot
Build them alike, and they’re
an auspicious chain, as if
you never planned to pull them apart, as if
the knot were the aim and not
a mistake made over.
4. The Wool
Try not to think. The world is full
of things like this. In the morning,
you know the sheep are rising
like everyone else, and that
is living enough. At night, try not
to think of shears, or pens,
or moonlight speckled
through a ruined roof. Say
if they lived with you, you’d
take only what they brushed off
on a bush. You’d watch them
from the house,
clipping the hills like razors.
You’d never presume
to call them yours.
Posted for OpenLinkNight #5, dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/
(appeared in Rattapallax)
i really enjoyed this piece...particularly...
ReplyDeleteYour hands must learn
the language of water, where
it ends, where the air begins,
where the dock is waiting,
stoic, hushed, a placid pole
that wants the rope
you use words well and it has a very nice flow to it...
No one is about to pull the wool over your eyes, wonderfully thought provoking piece.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful...and so calm and certain like the hands of an expert crocheter.
ReplyDeleteLovely weave Amy.
Cheers
Padmavani
Terrific! As a crochet-er and a poet, I'd say you excel at both!
ReplyDeleteMost enjoyable piece of free verse that could so easily be laid out as prose poetry. The flow within each segment is unhampered and allows the poetry to be accessed with ease. You make a topic that might sound boring pitched initially very interesting - the mark of a good writer. I particularly like this passage:
ReplyDeletethe blanket will wind
through your sleep
in marled blue, horse-blanket
blue, a shower of chaff
in the barnlight,
red-flecked like the roan
you dreamed of riding. You wake
to solid white.
The visual device used here is strong indeed. Evocative imagery to say the least
This is such an AWESOME poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a superb sensitivity and imagination.
I like the line about taking only the wool that would find its way to a bush.
Really enjoyed this.
Thank you for your comments, dVerse poets! I'm so enjoying reading your work. Hope to see lots more of it.
ReplyDeleteI will say it-- this is a diamond in the chaff. A strong, beautifully crafted and clean poem. Brava! xxxj
ReplyDeletelovely piece, enjoyed the 4th one best.
ReplyDeletekeep it up.
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