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(During)
by Mary J Anna
There was the Arcade Fire
Its sadness sung civil war into everything
and explosively-
I began bursting with art
I owned every piece of this body
and then flowing from parts of me, the art splashed clumsily,
from my ice cube tray the paint burst into my face from what seemed like all directions
and I became beautiful.
sometimes
when I dream of moments like this
my aura is a tangible kaleidoscope made of gelatinous nontoxic finger paint.
Instead everyone is electric and yellow,
but thats just me when Im awake-
when I cant ignore the pali nopsia in my eyes.
I see the negative of this life and also what you see,
scorpion tracers dance, one on top of another,
the second image budging about with the inconsistencies of my gaze
maybe thats why
I listen to the chimes of ice cube art-
small, seemingly dissonant, they sing
I imagine sometimes only for me,
-suspended-
beneath the slowly swaying art,
a glowing cross of, perhaps,
a lesser obscurity.
03/15/2006 Author's Note: The flow is completely different- i love it- and I just added a space and a period... so goes poetry, Is this the nature of angels too?
Posted on 06/21/2006
Copyright © 2024 Mary J Anna
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 06/24/06 at 05:23 AM Looking forward to reading more of your work! Also, welcome to PPS! :) |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 06/25/06 at 04:23 PM There's such rich imagery throughout this piece...just beautifully written...I especially love love love the final stanza. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 11/29/08 at 04:33 AM Great imagery. I enjoyed reading your poem. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/27/13 at 12:17 AM Lovely little bit of verse. |
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