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what can and cannot be saved
by Indigo Tempestathat is what is coming,
the desire to fly outward in shrapnel extremity
from here to istanbul
where they will pay her and her beautiful face
to write simple words on an expensive wall
on the other side of you from me.
i am calculating on my wire brain all distances, all times
generating the small heat that will grow to conflagration
so that she will have a light to write by
so that you will have the same light
the light which cries
and when i am wrong
let me still be right
and when i am wrong
let the gaping firmament turn
and spit, and let all young girls unfold their stilt-limbs
i have watched them as they crept toward this world 03/03/2007 Posted on 03/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/03/07 at 09:14 PM There's something almost doomsday-esque about this, in the visuals and the way you set up each line. Especially near the end. And I happen to think it makes for a pretty good read. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/26/07 at 01:40 PM ...indigo, congrats of POTD, and on the wording, meaning and thrust of this poem...love the twisty, windy way of pulling the phenomemon o' life into a perspective...good write!...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/26/07 at 02:40 PM Congrats on POTD!!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/26/07 at 03:32 PM What a great POTD! Yes, what can be saved? If anything let it be the light and the girls and most of all your poetry. |
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