On Wed, Mar 26, 2008 at 3:26 PM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> a fine, nature-connected lullaby narrative. but what's with the
> paratactic sentences?
I had to look that up.
Aren't a lot of my poems like that?
Actually, I was trying to be surreal.
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> On 26/03/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > It's spring again. The garden knows it. From beneath,
> > green and purple leaves, reaching up. Reaching out.
> >
> > A winter vine climbs the fence. It separates the boards.
> > Strong and woody, it goes where it pleases. In all directions.
> >
> > A Japanese lantern hangs on a steel hook. At night, long
> > winter nights, it warms the garden. I am not like other
> >
> > people. I watch them, for clues. A woman passes by
> > with two small dogs on a leash. She smiles. Why?
> >
> > I go to the door and look through the glass. On the fence,
> > at my eye level, a black cat looks back at me. I open
> >
> > the door, and the cat vanishes in an arc over the fence.
> > A squirrel eats buds from a scrap tree. A weed, aggressive,
> >
> > but harmless in its own right, it feeds the tree rats, the various
> > birds. I am chased by a monster. It's kill or be killed. I am so weak
> >
> > I can barely lift the hammer; the blow only cracks the monster's
> > bald skull. Like an egg, cracking. This happens many times, many
> >
> > iterations. I find a green light and shine it on the monster. I sing it
> > a love song, and it dies, finally, peacefully. Sitting very still, I
> hold
> >
> > my aging cat against my aging breasts. We both purr. With my
> > breath, we purr. I decide to allow deep pleasure back into my life.
> >
> > A snow shovel stands against the wall. Unused, unneeded, this
> > warm spring. Everything has a function. We all do what we must.
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> >
> >
> > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> >
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