formless / belonging

        formless belonging

                       the arterial roots of wind
                                 crossing our faces

    prisming light 
    refracted into 

                               action and response 
                        cause and circumvention 

            disease 
                               and a dilemma over 

                               the touch of elbows 
             digging 

     into the sand 

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Nice to see you back, J. You demonstrate a lovely economy of words with this piece. The title caught my attention- I also have a poem I wrote called "formless." The sense I get from your words is a wavering between distance and connection; thoughts mulled over while at the beach, maybe; maybe not. The sense of duty that pushes us to action when we physically feel connected.

[Cookie38]

I liked it short & sweet.

[Rocans]

Nice poem, short but potent.

[Red Brick Keshner]

And the tide swathes past,
In its wake the sand morphs back
Into its bland & shapeless 'form,'
Flat chested & non-committal :-)