[poem] The author reimagined as a rock
Sep. 25th, 2014 01:17 pmSay, for the sake of argument,
that my foundation is movement
that at root all I do
is flow: my breath through my lungs,
my blood in my veins, tides of fluid,
neurotransmitters leaping, all daring, all flaring
between synapses. I'd have you believe
I'm solid and sturdy, not limestone
nor karst, and I'd lie:
You permeate me. The spaces I move in
that move in and through me
are porosities. You love
like groundwater, like rainfall; you creep
through my depths as a ghost, leaving only
your traces: calcification, my vesicles
filled, lending strength, making brittle,
and stealing my freedom to float.
And in your wake: stalactites hang
silent & sharp within the caverns of my heart.
that my foundation is movement
that at root all I do
is flow: my breath through my lungs,
my blood in my veins, tides of fluid,
neurotransmitters leaping, all daring, all flaring
between synapses. I'd have you believe
I'm solid and sturdy, not limestone
nor karst, and I'd lie:
You permeate me. The spaces I move in
that move in and through me
are porosities. You love
like groundwater, like rainfall; you creep
through my depths as a ghost, leaving only
your traces: calcification, my vesicles
filled, lending strength, making brittle,
and stealing my freedom to float.
And in your wake: stalactites hang
silent & sharp within the caverns of my heart.
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Date: 2014-09-25 12:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-09-25 12:54 pm (UTC)In this case in particular, your description of the human body feels so incredibly exhilarating, and that last line was a punch in the gut.
I'm on the wrong computer for copying this over to my commonplace book (note to self: must add Evernote to Grasshopper), but otherwise I 100% would.
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Date: 2014-09-25 12:48 pm (UTC)You are wonderful.
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Date: 2014-09-25 12:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-09-25 12:58 pm (UTC)Last week I was having an angst about using only commonplace metaphors and not crafting imagery of my own. I am fairly confident that was brainweasels. ;)
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