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A poem of question
-able alignment.
I am bic
ker(n)ing with my own skin,
beginning to find my
self fallen.
I am 5am and light
not yet shed and salt
stirring sans sea. I am three
sheets
………(of paper)
to a broken wind,
the bend of sky that says
we are all fractured just
right at center. I am leaf
flutter and syllable stutter
and that crazy peek-a-boo
moon who cloud-cloaks herself
and haunts these streets.
I am slivered,
shivered deep in faith and fear
and want and whim, skimmed
surface of something inky
black and waiting.
Written for Poetic Asides.
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OMGoodness Gracious. that’s all I can say…
That last stanza is my favorite. ❤ Well done.
Many interesting things here. I esp like your bic ker n ing with you own skin, esp as the kerning (or unkerning due to the parenthises) is the bicker in-line.
This poem is one of my favorites. It knocked me out with exquisite language like ‘a crazy peek-a-boo moon who cloud-cloaks herself and haunts these streets.’ You are a star, De, bright and shining.