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When your angles split me open:
by Aaron BlairIn the pale light of dawn,
I admire the way the planes of your face
meet the spaces around them,
the lack of compromise.
Mountains don't greet the air.
They tear into the bellies of clouds with stone teeth.
Your skin and bones are forceful, your dark pink lips.
Myself, I whisp into the atmosphere.
I never learned to stand up straight.
I need my opposite to yoke me,
to press me to substantiate.
When your angles split me open,
I know that, even lacking strength, I'm alive. 03/04/2008 Posted on 03/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meredith C Hartwell on 03/05/08 at 02:21 AM Phenomenal. Instant favorite. |
| Posted by Christina Gleason on 03/06/08 at 09:13 PM the contrasts are perfect. love love love it. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 04/02/08 at 06:51 AM Very powerful. The intensity comes from clarity and freshness of vision, as well as the ability to concisely, strongly evoke that experience poetically. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/23/08 at 01:06 PM I am pleased to have found your library Aaron. This is excellent... I am off to read more! |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/22/11 at 08:28 PM "Mountains don't greet the air./They tear into the bellies of clouds with stone teeth." This is F'ing awesome. Absolute favorite line. One could build a poem just off of this! |
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