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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 © 2022 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!

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