Objects in the Rearview Mirror are Farther Than they Appear.

..
This poem is a brand
new day, the quiet silver
buttoning of my lips.

It’s
the scribbling of my
heart. The starting
of something startling,
the plowing of inky
crow through fresh
fallen paper
snow.

This poem knows
her name, but she’s not
gonna give it to you. She’s
buried it deep deep deep
in sting and song
and sway, taken its
syllables away and
turned them into
tiny feather dandelion
kite kisses. She sometimes
misses the
……….(pencil)
point, but she doesn’t
care a wit. She’s got gravel
and gravity and grit
and all kinds of moxie
to take her on the
……………….(broken)
road.

Hold your breath. Look
deep. She’ll keep you guessing,
stressing your funny feet
and beating to the tune
of your own dragon
drum. Strum
your fingers
along her center,
and you’ll
find the kind of
roadmap that
makes your heart
………………….thrum.

 

..
A second offering for the November Chapbook Challenge at Poetic Asides, day 1. 

 

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7 Responses to Objects in the Rearview Mirror are Farther Than they Appear.

  1. kanzensakura says:

    This is incredible De. Truly amazing. Your poetry is growing so much stronger.

  2. lifelessons says:

    Jack Grapes would call this an absence of field poem. It’s great.

  3. erbiage says:

    Inky crow, paper snow Adore this!

    Sent from my iPad

  4. Lots to like here – and to read aloud – deep deep deep / in sting and song/ and sway…terrific stuff.

  5. qbit says:

    “This poem knows
    her name, but she’s not
    gonna give it to you” — that is a terrific setup.

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