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Repeatedly
by Shirin Swift
sunder mind from mind - god from god
souls part from tears
hands retreat from fresh wounds
staccato branches over lakes plan wakes
reflections plough sense out of vigorous calm
our separation takes that much longer to execute
we hinge so on incidental beauty: the manner
in which bodies impale the side of the bus
or a room is empty as a mask across your voice
08/03/2007 Author's Note: a fragment inspired by a sense of senselessness & the lack of inspiration
Posted on 08/03/2007
Copyright © 2025 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/03/07 at 04:19 AM As fragments, go, this is really excellent. It definitely has that stream of thought vibe going for it. I really liked this. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 08/04/07 at 07:27 AM I love so "we hinge so on incidental beauty"--that is the essence of it all, in my view-- and it is really all we have... |
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