lost without

 

in
the
dis    tance,
across
darted
black-

grey spaced
lighted limbs of

darkened bark,
blended
on the temperature’s
change 

surfaces,
the tingling
(metal, ball on bell)
undulates
within
ear
shot.

the
light sparkling,
tinsel flash/
water cresting gleam,
( i
hear)
the
horns bellow
the valley
your
arrival,
announced,
sonar starts
the heart
in awakened pursuit,
for someone,

 
to be

lost

without.

 

 

Reviews

[Emilia]

I really enjoyed this poem, the surreality of it, and the definite stream of consciousness. I won't make this a very long review as I've got a bit of a cold and don't feel like analyzing it too much. But know, that I really did enjoy it.

Peace.
Emilia

[Heather Angelika Dooley]

Ahhh, the ending MADE this! Although, I love, love, love the idea of "tinsel flash", too. Beautiful, Ross.

[H. M. Clark]

I have little to say abou this. It's good. I will have to take a closer look when I'm not on painkillers, but I like this. It's vague, and I'm not entirely sure what it's about, but I thinks it's just supposed to be an image without any intent that we get to know about. The only thing I would say about the breaks is that I would sit there, and read it out loud to yourself to figure out exactly what you want it to sound like, and then write it out accordingly.

[Ilene M.W. Lush]

evoca baby. Id like to hear the breaks, do they translate? but R.D., beautiful.