Fascinating, Jill. Was this an exercise you set yourself, propelled by the
three title words, I wonder, or does the title summarise three intertwining
concepts landing on you almost instantaneously? If the latter, it could be
Language Diesel Butterfly I suppose. I like the butterfly and the way the
poem revisits the butterfly, now more a linguistic thing, and the appeals
to the senses of smell and touch(ing) the throat.
Bill
On Wed, 13 Dec 2017 at 4:07 pm, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Poem Diesel Butterfly
>
> The Wanderer Butterfly drifts
> lands just beyond me
> then rises
> turns so
> swift
>
> Poetry actually does things
> turns things
> through the head ear page
>
> ‘Try that again.’
> syllable by
> sound by sound
> learning to count, magically
>
> Language is a replica
> like a market
> Choose your words
> or does the poet choose you
>
> Diesel infiltrates from the street
> the noise of grading
> a footpath
>
> Clearing my throat means
> something, clusters
> of phrases
> echo, guttural or charm
>
> re -
> present
> even when sad
> or distracted
>
> The Wanderer appears again
> taking no note of me
> I think three syllables
> but it’s already gone
> before I smile
>
> I taste the bitter gas
> new gutters must be laid
> for important works
>
> I hope we can still breathe
>
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