Bound

Bound

A Poem by Laura Lynn

BOUND
L
ynx, what pretty cat you are, what reflective eyes,
I
nsoluble as paint or oil, or silver chloride.  What
M
etals we could make to understand compounds.
I
nsouciance is not a constant, but maybe worry helps.
T
idewater region, I feel that I am from you,
E
ntitled to the marine life as our company, our
D
ear mollusks and conch shells we hear the sea in.
M
imicking nature, Fibonacci patterns spirals, an
E
xceptionable staircase only seen in Paramount.
R
evamped ramps for skateboarding, the skaters were
U
nswerving and then deliberately swerving, & she,
tidily
flummoxed, attenuates herself, toning muscles.
A
udiences wait some in expectation some to kill time,
C
urt and silent as the lights dim before the show starts.
H
olidays in this high place a new world of performance.

Border
T
idings from this border to yours, our border,
C
ursory studies in every good place, we feel ok,
H
onest to goodness, we feel fine, the single all waiting,
U
nsung and paranoid sirens, men swimming upstream,
M
inimal funds, pressed to get ahead, to be on the top.

By leaps and bounds.
N
estling like little cubs, the children snuggle up; no
I
nsensitivity has caught up to them yet.  We fear
T
ightwads, giving saving a bad name, criticizing our
unsure
future, ascribing all to faith, not understanding
R
etrieval of these funds, simply wanting to explore.

BY LEAPS AND BOUNDS
B
onfire, what is the price of exploration or knowledge,
I
nsolvency no indication of anything but a lack of 
M
eaty cuisine or any more substantial matter. These
H
omogenous mixtures are nothing more than batter,
I
nstantaneous mixes, just add water.  I loved my green
R
eversible rain coat, on the other side the whales swam
underwater
in their navy blue cloth, an even print.
T
ulle used chiefly for veils or ballet, well I had no tutu;
R
everies of trees & sunshine, I could braid and pray for
A
uburn hair, but I could not take dance lessons, now I
B
orrow the beats from the radio and try my best, note
A
uras, the sensations one goes through while typing.

TO BOUND
L
et’s go somewhere we don’t know we’re going yet,
I
nsolvable, travel costs, where will I go and with whom?
T
urmeric makes a dye and it is edible.  We liked those
C
orrespondent colors, earthy tones were conservative,
H
omelike.  We found Sassafras leaves and boiled them.
O
ur counselor at summer camp showed us how to dye.
M
echanic understandings.  It’s a lot of work to learn. 

 

BOUNDARY
T
he night is underway again, I still want to know,
C
reation is so multifold, I don’t want to fold clothes.
H
ere there is a boundary.  I thought love not a mystery.
U
nimpressed, the lady wanted to see a higher level of
M
erit.  I wish I could set such limits, but it is a long road.

BOUNDED
T
he silk road was, is there.  We care, we don’t care. 
A
ttrition is a line to one point, not the infinite path
C
aused by love and devotion for our great creator, but
H
arelips could make one feel ungrateful. Tomorrow,
U
nity will still be needed, but also a brief disbanding.
M
ore of this and more of that, but we had enough. 

BOUNDLESS
S
woop down dove, blackbird, macaw, wren and raven.
H
igher than the highest mountain we’ll be clean shaven.
E
ast of here there is a quiet stream, I can take you to it.
E
ast of there there will be yet another ravine and a hill.
I
n three days time you will not hear from anyone but a
N
et will be given to you by an old man with a beard.
L
et on that you knew of him and he will speak to you.
O
nslaughts of pigeons and porcupines may occur, but
G
uardians will be present surrounding the mayhem.
V
eronica is an elf goddess who will take you and the
U
ntoward elder to your lodgings which will be fair. 
L
et in the hungry tired boy that knocks at the door.

© 2014 Laura Lynn


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Interesting style indeed. Much adored. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the style.
Its unique and different and most certainly the first of its kind here on WC .
Well done.
I liked it.

Thank you.
-Angad

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this. Its mysterious, pleasant, and a mood lifter :)
the style you wrote it in suits really well.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

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