lorgnette

 

 

I smile now in leopard print. The spots of a crazy person

accounts for the horizon. Is this love then?

Such pink ballet swims in the vulva of the mercury.

 

I feel her pulse like a verse. In the chestnut smew

the white hair of my lovers sophistry moves my speech

interjectionally. It is February in her womb. Coletrane

 

is handcuffed to the bedpost with calamity. And the control

of evil spirits spin off into hard bop. I am sore from

your control. Sun of a gun is just an alternative

 

for the loss of breath. Your blue face is wet from practice.

I swear from Triton, his body a little fish and your love

siwmming year round in lake conditions

 

far too cold for venery. Yet I love you, which

is retaliation for pearls and shells. The stars

ecclesiastical with seducement;

 

blood of the soft petals, just like

a Jesus of

winter.

Reviews

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

This was quite an original poem, it impressed me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn you are amazing...i am in awe...all that elisa said i agree with...

i especially love "interjectionally" how clever to make up that adverb with your poetic license.

the last stanza is a wicked closer to a really good poetic trip.

jacob

Dana, you're so special, clean and quirky, in your writing.
This has many meanings flowering, deep to fathom,
Both religion, love, (which is often). But a life and death
And a sultry sexually explicit lick of paint on the canvas ...
I have intensely enjoyed this, I will still often come back
I always learn something from your rich spirit, and your beautiful vocabulary.

- Elisa

[Riley]

This is original .
Some things made me stumble - like "seducement" instead of "seduction" and what seemed like a wordy/cluttering "interjectionally".
But on the whole I quite liked reading "lorgnette"
As I said, it seems quite original to me, and contains a number of gems ofwhich I find favour i,e: your opening line is fantastic! Infact, I really really love your entire first stanza. Line eight - love it! Your closing stanza, supremely poetic: enigmatic, affecting, allusive, and beautiful.
Am happy to have stopped by :-)

[writing mojo]

I don't know what holy sacrament of love and or lack off, that's grown cold should I attach myself too, to sustain this imagery you flake to the page like a blizzard of pictures, burning with each feverish look through the blood shot dawn...dana, dana, this language is such... as blood is to the heart...you pumped a masterpiece with this one my friend