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Asynchronous
by Timothy SomersYou are the crumbles of tobacco,
in the pocket of the worn suede coat.
I am the razor, dulled
by hazard trips around the throat.
We are a runic alphabet.
You are the stray strand of hair
that curls above the eyebrow, arched.
I am the fireplug missing one cap,
a throat to depth of earth exposed.
We are heavens archeology.
You sing wordlessly,
in chords and polytones sounded in the ear of god.
I bear monotones,
in one-eared caring symphony.
We are the vise of thoughtfulness.
You stand before sitting, curl around the smoke
of dreams moving quickly out of memory.
I sit before standing, hurling silence
towards the door I should be closing.
We are watching what we mean to me.
You love sparingly, couching sight in glances indirect.
I cry spasmodically, crouching, feeling beams of madness intersect.
We are watching what we mean to you.
Moonflower.
Rusted nail.
Turquoise.
Leather boot. 07/13/2007 Posted on 07/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/13/07 at 10:29 PM ...tim, good play with dynamics of two...you--a rusted nail, her a pretty moon flower...yeah, mebride is so much more turquoise, me so much more more the rusted nail...but time will make me a piece of turquoise, eh?...good study in relationships...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 07/14/07 at 03:26 AM "We are watching what we mean to me." ... Timothy, this line struck me so vividly throughout your whole poem that I was actually not surprised when I reached it. This evocative and vivid read kept me tip-toeing through your poem until the end. So many facets the ME is to I or the WE is to ME. You captured it well. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 07/14/07 at 09:00 PM wow. you knew this was a masterpiece when you wrote it. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/02/07 at 04:58 PM Masterful portrayal of "you and me" and that relationship! Word play is phenomenal. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/28/14 at 08:52 PM A fine, fine POTD! |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 03/07/14 at 08:15 PM I'm 7 years late to the party. This poem is amazing. |
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