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Felt My Dry Skin Press Against The Screen Door

by Tom Goss

1.
Something in the muscles of my face
twitched the circular patterns of your eyes
into discs spinning thin strands of regret
around your shoes.

We stood quietly there
and drank open doors
in order to shut the ones that led
to our heart-pain centers.

Lifting the drifting heat lines into my eyes
the hill's light blew steadily across our faces
as you spun your constellation of goodbyes.

2.
How does a world unfurl?

Not oblivious like ink on a newspaper
but thoughtful like a cat
stretching with enjoyment:
the tendons signifying an end
and a beginning
all at once.

09/11/2004

Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>

Posted on 09/11/2004
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Tom Goss

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/13/04 at 04:30 PM

Tom I love this poem. Yes, multilayered, like every other line could be a poem in itself, just as every line is, so potentially, more than one poem is here. One suggestion...the dots separate the first part of the poem from the second too much and the continuity between them appears important. Maybe delete the dots and enjamb, the line "How does a world unfurl?" like this "How does a world/unfurl?" leaving the first part with the previous stanza and the word unfurl on a line alone as the first line of the next one. JMHO Good read & work!

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/14/04 at 03:44 AM

I think I just found a new favorite pathetic member. *Clickity.*

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