rocks careening is an impression of mine, of there being an eerie
sound attached to said careening.
KS
On 21/03/07, Patrick Mc Manus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> K I haven't seen bellchime for ages-hope the guts are now better-I can't see
> where the 'two rocks careening through space¯then' fits in -the wash-washing
> twice I am not sure about either -cheers for now played football with one
> grandaughter -survived
> P bellchimed P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of kasper salonen
> Sent: 21 March 2007 16:02
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: poemsnap (real)
>
> still part 2 of 3 of a work in progress, better than before with a word or
> two.
>
> * * *
>
> the evening & me, we were washing the day
> clean away when the stinging note struck¯
>
> it was one cold eruption from far away
> that hummed freezing up as though
> from inside the piano chords of my guts,
>
> then it deepened a pitch as an answer wept in,
> filling the voice with more voice,
> two rocks careening through space¯then
>
> one more howl made it the bellchime of a roar.
> it came & went quick, this chorus,
> & afterwards I stood still waiting.
> for a return; for my laughter feral
> yet afraid; for the stone-written day
> to be washed away.
>
> KS
>
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