..
Listen,
here is the thing we might whisper
to your waiting ears if you let us;
the picture we might paint for you
of future endings and un
-endings, the case we should
argue for the brilliance of forbidden
fruit in a world where the kingdom,
phylum, class, order
………………..(family)
of things is often skewed.
Love her, love her (k)not.
It’s a battlefield of petals,
a carnage of negotiating clouds.
Pour your troubled heart to this
foreboding sky and its ghost
-moth moon. Type the minutes
of your gypsy soul against these
stars. I am Orion’s belt, loosed.
The lightning in your eyes. Your
favorite overflowing cup,
spilled too soon.
..
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 19. This is the one with all the prompts.
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This was great. Loved the second stanza.
I particularly liked the title, where the combination of “Silver Slow-Stitched Thread” gives the feel of slowing down even as you’re reading the words, because it’s a bit of a tongue twister. I like the whole title really, and perhaps it’s a bit odd to get caught up in a title, but lots of times they fade into the background and other times, like this, they are a piece of art as much as the rest of the piece.
Dang.