you weave tiny natures to help me find sleep by Bob ArcaniaYou told me of a giant living with windmills in the country,
windmills like rainforests dripping dew from their blades.
Everyday old women from the village left buckets for the dew:
yellow buckets for the firehouses, blue ones for drinking.
And the red lights on the top of each windmill would blink, blink,
and the town by the river would sigh “h e l l o”
You told me of a river that flowed from a young womanÂ’s hair;
hair speckled with star fish like lily pad stepping-stones.
Of the children who crossed her hair in tiny handmade ships
with wind chimes in their hands and stones below their hearts.
You told me how the moon was jealous of all the youths bathing,
jealous of their nakedness because the moon is always naked.
You told me, told me, told me until I became too tired and slept,
and you told my sleep how beautiful it was for never waking,
and so I never woke. 03/10/2008 Author's Note: sometimes I am overflowing with images
Posted on 03/10/2008 Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
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Posted by Becca Kinser on 03/10/08 at 11:35 PM Me too. Sometimes I think that's all my brain is capable of doing...flooding me with images. <3 Thanks for this. |
Posted by Julie Adams on 03/13/08 at 08:40 PM this world is one I can relate to...there is so much here to devour, I love it...a playground of poetry, where each stanza's central imagee takes you off and running like a kite flier...so much here to love, to remind me of my own imaginative beginnings...esp. loved: "You told me of a giant living with windmills in the country,/ windmills like rainforests dripping dew from their blades." and all of stanza two: "You told me of a river that flowed from a young woman’s hair;/ hair speckled with star fish like lily pad stepping-stones./ Of the children who crossed her hair in tiny handmade ships/ with wind chimes in their hands and stones below their hearts." ...a wonderful world of imagery you expose us to here...I look forward to reading more in future...peace, jewels |
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