wind or willow, for Corset

 

 

 

There is this place, mistaken as paradise,

a place not observant of strict demands. And

even though you had a zillion mile head start,

I catch your wrist in the diphthong, gliding

syllabic sound of the moon vowell, as the

emic of cultural phenomenon.

 

If the poets don't name it, it isn't so.

It happened but it vanished. Like a gas

it was gone.

 

Nothing happens in the world without

rivers, or the thought of rivers,

or rivers that wear out, or rivers

you named after loved ones, or trees

that emerge from the surrounding forest.

 

Or rivers that you gladly text a good friend by,

or trees you sit in, waiting for a call. Trees

are hyperbolic. They wait and wait for what

seems like years for the devils exaggeration.

Then drag their deciduous children to the shore

to defeat their frustration.

 

I've worn a few rivers in my day. Dragged a few

children there.

 

There is this place, marked by paradise,

a place to drive to, hiding in the earth; a place

to draw soil around its roots like a flip-flop

fastened by a thong, where each step

is so different than the other. So you

stop walking and your toes fill up with sand.

No one minds.

 

Isis is the island of the wind,

the goddess of the willow. She communicates

ideas  and feelings by the use of neodymium

signs and sounds. Her magnets billow and sing:

 

Willows bow in the landced dawn,

knows nothing of the sea,

paints expressions pleasures own,

the bust mammillary,

having n*****s sets the course

of abstract reasoning

yet finding land and rowing there,

is hard as hell for me...

 

 

 

             hder.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are a phenomenal poet...your vocabulary is daring, exciting..

this has so many good lines...the entire second stanza is my favorite.
the idea that poets are important...because if they don't write about it, it isn't frozen in time...it will disappear..

that may just be true.

love it.

thanks for this write.

dana, with the most moving, touching, and feeling human being ...
*inside* a touching poet of what is truly important...
Here for our dear Corset, in an ode of enrichment ...
I read every natural glimpse, and miracle of your quill,
This resulted in unity, with one of the best poetesses
of the cafe, which is a togetherness, with your gifts...
what a delicate writing. I so adore this, thank you!

- Elisa

[Corset]

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