a soliloquy:
the edge of moon is red
teal is my skirt, blooming of spring lilies
slip-fall, skip-boomerang
where is the sky [ sky, sky, sky ]
running, wake up from this gripping drama [drama, drama ]
i am unquenched, still thirsty for the sun [sun]
hailstorm & morose wind, a turncoat!
dead ends, my hangers are gone
seeds, tulips
<go back now>
i must pry these these pearls from the box, hopeful yet lost
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Descort. Had fun experimenting with this style and format. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you for your comments and visits.
I absolutely adore this. After the first reading, I have no clue what it's about, which elates me. When a poet leaves the story blurry and beautiful, it is an invitation for me to read it many times over and come up with endless possibilities. That is why I love abstract art and poetry so very much. Thank you. 🩷
ReplyDeleteP.S. This makes me think of Brian and Claudia.
This is my favorite part:
ReplyDelete"my hangers are gone
seeds, tulips"
The pearls at the end make me think of my mother dying (because I still have hers). So do the hangers, maybe donated to a thrift shop once the grieving has lessened. I see great loss in this poem, but also desire --- to spin in a skirt again, and to plant seeds and watch them grow. Beautiful work, Grace.