Thanks for your comments Sharon and Anny. I thought I'd put something out there.
I have been working on several notebooks this year and am reading frequently in Colorado. I'm working on this one, but think it is a good start. Deborah
Unfamiliar Earth
The air stills a vessel of whispersin a point of departure
Silk-sleeved and slitheringmorning glistens like a fresh coffin - stillas an unwrinkled bed.
Ambient circles - a white geometry spells a sleep deprived song that almost makes sense.
I’m flying without you smothered in wind.
In undiscovered countries there is no difference between falling in or out of love - the sheet is not
a sea or endless arabesque of wingless gestures.
My body lies in a whirlpool, on the edge
of an aimless dream, swimming like waves lift and turn back without a thought of return overa mass of unfamiliar earth.
Not knowing how to stop and knowing from
this point on nothing will ever be the same.
Deborah Russell, 2008
> Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:24:55 +0200> From: [log in to unmask]> Subject: Re: snap> To: [log in to unmask]> > Deborah has always had a particular grace in writing, Sharon sees music and> I see painted arabesques.> > On Sat, Jul 26, 2008 at 2:16 AM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:> > > "I'm flying without you, smothered in wind,"> >> > I love the language in this poem, even the unnerving language ("morning> > glistens like a fresh coffin...") -- it seems it should be set to music.> >> > ~SB | http://www.sbpoet.com > Anny Ballardini> http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/> http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome> http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html> I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing> star!
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