Circulation is life
by Jo Halliday
The sky might fray at the edges today.
Those shoeflowers, they boom in the wind
and we seem in a camp closed off. I can see
the seams, the yellow seams at every horizon
like worms multiplying, living. I can remain
and suck the red juice, the body will be polished;
or I can run to the edge, whether it be far or never.
Each foot I cross, I will know myself the master of,
and each one crossed, I will love it like myself.
Posted on 10/16/2010
Copyright © 2021 Jo Halliday
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 10/16/10 at 05:35 PM|
So much said in so few words. Well done Jo.
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 10/16/10 at 06:04 PM|
So good to see another poem from you - your poems take me to a place I can't describe, but it's expansive.
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/16/10 at 07:04 PM|
It's like a burst of color in the middle of a series of black and white photographs. That's a wonderful quality to capture, and you capture it so well here.
|Posted by V. Blake on 10/17/10 at 06:08 PM|
Like a bullet to the brain, Jo. This is one awesome poem you've got here.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/27/14 at 02:50 PM|
Always good to see your work as POTD!