Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(5/4/2014 11:50:00 AM)
Start at the bottom of empty holds
of rusting tankers. Turn over fallen
cherry blossom petals. Check just above
the tip of a coiling cobra's fang. Try
the crunchy taste of limber larvae, fresh
in their honeycombs. Look a bit past
the death of a wounded soldier. Sense it
in the flight of spring birds going nowhere,
on Sunday mornings. Climb atop fallen
mountains for those grand, past views. Listen
to the silent sound of a setting sun.
Crawl in with hermit crabs, like you belong.
Live a lifetime in the shadows of silver-
tarnished, billowing, cotton clouds. Feel for it
just below the neck scales of an alligator,
skimming the glassen surface. Didn't you just
see it, in the corner of the eye of the
smiling Jehovah's Witness?
And, if all else fails, kiss, greedily,
the full lips of a quiet woman, found
only at " Last Hope Saloon" .
Comment of the Day
- Well! I must say, somebody took Max to the woodshed didn't they?Nice poem!