…
the morning pools in
on too-sweet amber
feet, and i am bic
-ker(n)ing with the sun
again.
stamp me out in
caramel-coated ink,
some sacred link
to a sky unspun.
my morning self
knows map
-led songs, leaves
sticky
footprints.
…
…
the morning pools in
on too-sweet amber
feet, and i am bic
-ker(n)ing with the sun
again.
stamp me out in
caramel-coated ink,
some sacred link
to a sky unspun.
my morning self
knows map
-led songs, leaves
sticky
footprints.
…
Just love the imagery in this one – of collecting syrup! And the play with iambic, and of courses “leaves/sticky /footprints.” Nice job.
“the morning pool-sin on two” … Love.
“Sweet Amber!” I love this as an alternative exclamation for other things. You know, like curse words.
Soooo much love for this: “i am bic-ker(n)ing” … I just adore the way you work journalism terms into your poetry. It makes me so happy.
“kerning, a gain” … Tighten things up between letters, and get ahead. I like this.
“stamp me out in” … Nice. 🙂
Deeply clever, throughout. All those short lines give every word wings and deep, wild leg-splits.
It make ME so happy to stick “kerning” in every once in awhile, knowing you will catch it. 😉