The Unwritten Poem

Have you noticed how the answer nests as questions 

flurry across a barnyard floor like white-hot stalks of hay?

You're so busy fighting fire that you step

across the pail. You kick the fumes up bending walls, the

licks of agony dashing for the

progenies of thought. A kitten

freezes on a beam, sniffing at an opening of sky; you

count, recount the melting windows, damning doors,

eyes enraptured by distractions and

cataract to exits.

 

Those ruins will become your home,

drinking raindrops from the saucer in the weeds,

splaying your broken back across a blackened beam

and rinsing scars with moonlight as a cat

wanders through your sleep.

 

That answer waits up there, or under the troughs

somewhere, I remember

as I drink in tractor radiation, leap, contort in

gasoline sonatas, bend, as flimsy as the walls that

used to house me, tremble

with the rooftop, dusted in infinities of ash that

you can't touch or sense or

sweep away, praise in beauty or in

danger, so

 

if you notice where the answer nestles,

then decompose into your 

elemental ash and 

rest your eyes. Allow yourself to burrow,

bask in unborn visions of the

barnyard never built, and the

verses, never written.

Reviews

[Im His Daughter]

It is different than anything I have read.. It was really good! Visual for sure!

[KWP]

Hey - wow - that is the best poem I have read here in a while :) I love it very much!

A journey through the barnyard in search, yes in search of what..... the verses never written indeed.

I will admit when I saw the layout of your poem I was initially worried about how it would read, but I was pleasantly surprised when I saw how it flowed and presented me with a myriad of images flitting throughout the barnyard.

Personally I am not sure about the word you and yourself throughout, hmmm i think it may give it a feeling of 'being told' how to feel instead of perhaps 'asking the reader to think' about the subject and form their own opinions if you get my meaning.

Saying that ... I am really in awe of your poem and you have given me something to learn from. Cheers!!

[Thaddius]

Thanks, much appreciated. I just tinkered with it. I agree with you about You. I don't know if I am going to change it, but it did strike me how 'Dulce et Decorum Est' the 2nd person address could seem. It's my way of detaching from myself. Sometimes I refer to a 'You' in my head instead of 'I'. Funny huh, ego speaking to the Id as the other that it is. I guess the poem may be a manifestation of that, advice to myself if you will, but I did use it as a device, and yes, it may be preachy. I'll look into it. Thank you sincerely for your kind words, and for enjoying this!

[KWP]

yes - loved it - and again - it was just a thought :) x