Braiding her own names into a strange new song

..
As the day takes its final breath,
Persephone puts on pants, quirky girl
under a paper doll moon, sleepwalking
through slivers of limbs,
and liquid skin.

(We are)

string theory
sugar spun star
sisters shouting yes
to no one but the moon, scribbled
daisies in delicate margins;
climbing more than sycamores,
indigo Icarus falling.

Wild girls breathe
like origami dragons,
saffron sky dragons,
giggle dragons,
bumble storysongs.

Unbundled,
(we are)
a confluence of sidewalks
crocheting the world a sweater of silence.
The invention of days.

Of streets dissolved by rain,
just this:
a dissonant dance of hula
-hoops and hiccups.

 

 

..
Written for Toads. Besides the “we are” parens (times two), this is written using only titles of my own poems that have been written since January.
 

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13 Responses to Braiding her own names into a strange new song

  1. gh0stpupp3t says:

    I love this poem! 🙂

  2. I really love this De, and you went so far using only titles.. The song of wild girls is perfect…and being string theory especially for a physicist…

  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    How amazing that you used only titles! As I was reading I thought how well it all flowed, so well that I wouldn’t be able to pick out a phrase that might be a title. That is astounding.

  4. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Whistles! ❤ ❤ ❤ love this De 😀 such a splendid write.

  5. Love the silent sweater! And all! You have so many excellent titles to braid…excellent work, de!

  6. Wow! Great job! You have some amazing titles woven together to create beautiful poetry.

  7. My whistle is kind of insipid, but it was a sky-cracking shriek, then I would be whistling with Sanaa! This is delicious and then some. I’m impressed (and completely jealous). One of these days, I might have to steal your idea for a spin. So precious.

    I love the entire poem (and the process), but I still have a favorite bit… Yes, the third to the last stanza left breathing a bit faster: “Wild girls breathe/like origami dragons”. These two lines are just incredibly hot and bright and full of life. I see them happening and feel the fire of their being.

    Fantastic, De! ♥

  8. gillena says:

    “Unbundled,
    (we are)
    a confluence of sidewalks
    crocheting the world a sweater of silence.
    The invention of days.”

    my favourite verse, for im seeing the craft of crochet, (which i love and have practised for a number of years past) now in a new light

    Thanks for dropping in to read mine

    much love…

  9. ManicDdaily says:

    Wow–quite amazing–but you have a real voice here too, that’s unified in its way. Terrific. Thanks. k.

  10. Sherry Marr says:

    Breathtaking, especially “wild girls breathe like origami dragons”. Your imagery is spectacular.

  11. Rommy says:

    Damn – this manages to convey strong imagery using an almost delicate sense of surrealism. The whole piece is just perfect.

  12. hedgewitch says:

    REALLY well done–i thought of doing this, it’s a really tempting exercise–but glad now I didn’t as I could never have produced something as light and full of nuance as this which also hangs together perfectly and is so much more than the sum of its parts. I esp like the (We are) and the second stanza, as well as the dragons.

  13. C.C. says:

    This is astounding….that you have so many stunningly beautiful titles that you could create such a magnificent poem out of them all with only the addition of two teeny extra words….WOW!! That is mind-boggling 😉

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