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sleep, and other secrets
by Brynn Dizackyour subtle beauty
relates most closely
to the perfect topography
serrated knives draw across
the counterpane of a new tub of
margarine.
where did you come from?
has the absence of you
been what makes the dry roads so bleached in winter,
all these years?
i have always wondered:
what causes this chalksprawl phenomenon?
is it the liquid salt? unyielding cold?
or was it the weight of waiting
for some creature who could
love me
without losing herself?
02/15/2011 Author's Note: et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit
Posted on 02/15/2011
Copyright © 2025 Brynn Dizack
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 02/15/11 at 11:56 PM I love this but I really really love your author's note (if I translated it correctly). |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/19/11 at 06:08 PM lovely from start to finish. thank you for sharing this. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 02/20/11 at 03:37 PM Love the imagery here especially. Beautifully done. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 02/27/11 at 02:14 AM This is gorgeous... And I kind of feel the bleached roads thing inherently; it just felt right when I read it. Maybe my mind's wandered there too. Truly a wonderful piece, little bird. |
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