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
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of kasper salonen
Sent: 21 March 2007 16:02
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Subject: poemsnap (real)
still part 2 of 3 of a work in progress, better than before with a word or
two.
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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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