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Ouroboros
by V. Blakeinstead of just watching it end,
these fingers traced across the dusty morning
and pinched together tightly at the corners
with every intent to peel back the sky
and fold the world over onto itself
(like paper into an airplane)
or at least far enough to make sense of the symmetry.
maybe it will float like we did!
over those blades of grass and bedsheets--
wrinkled and sun-starved, respectively
now that we've grown up and got everything backwards--
but maybe it will navigate them a little better
and get to watch everything end where it started
instead of just watching it end. 02/03/2010 Posted on 02/03/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/03/10 at 06:30 PM This is beautiful in so many ways, and the repetition of certain words makes it unfold in an even more appealing manner-but hands down, my favourite lines are, "over those blades of grass and bedsheets--/wrinkled and sun-starved, respectively/now that we've grown up and got everything backwards/"...just awesome! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/03/10 at 06:30 PM A different take on infinity, the idea of folding the world into itself is one would have when everything seemed right, perfect, a cyclical moment to repeat instead of ending, nice work. smh |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/03/10 at 06:31 PM ... this is quite exceptional... I loved the word choice and useage..... |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/03/10 at 09:29 PM Kind of terrifying, but I can dig that. |
| Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/04/13 at 07:55 PM Another incredible poem. I still haven't read something of yours that didn't thrill me. |
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