Gush
ambits of cells account beyond basin valley
barefoot sad one breaks words from harms
crush gold cordial
dew salt held in walls
end paper crawl to begin sung flower
ground make warm grasp shadow
hands translate in order to say
noises which stop night nowhere burning
violet interior marks attempt at continue
This snap samples a longer poem - of 26 lines, if you get the drift -
that I wrote and posted as 26 separate status updates yesterday on
facebook. The poem's lines are another set of reworked retrievals, as
I am still sorting through years of 'stuff (and there's plenty of 'dew
salt' here in Sydney). These lines are the ones that people either
'liked' or commented on. I did consider posting a poem consisting of
the lines no-one 'liked' or commented on, but this one seemed to work.
The title is, well, the title, but specifically refers to the 21st
line of the original longer poem - 'tears playing stone bathed to gush
forth' - and the 26th line - 'zampillare, yes, yes, to gush forth'. No-
one 'liked' those lines but I thought them worth mentioning in
explanation of the title.
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Jill Jones
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