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navigating timespace: 1.0
by Betania TeschComing home
is like stepping
into a white gash
in the yellow sky
just a swallowed breath
between gasps
filled with
sickening greens
pushed through
the bottom of the earth
too large
out of context
the trees are clumsy
and the looped track
of birds' warbles
hisses and snaps
with wear
as the air
brushes against me
like hardened linens
left out in the storm
and dried again
on a fierce spring wind
that comes
in the form of a
gasp. 05/22/2004 Author's Note: just...trying to figure this all out.
Posted on 05/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 05/23/04 at 04:47 AM i felt this...it moved across so well. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/25/04 at 03:36 PM Breathless... just thinking about many such events of my past... your poem rustles those dying leaves and crushes a few. Strong images and the air is compelling. |
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