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BUTTERFLY ATLAS
by Steven Kenworthyi am soft-spoken, slow-floated to the sea salt altar
on my driftwood knees
my cloud & cocoon, to be brand new -
without you i am lost to be with you.
bones bruised i find remedy in your crooked ecks, your cabernet church
at the cliff'sedge
battered restless
i build tall sand castles to climb up your stain glass first-aid shoulders.
satin,
with ladders of arms of waves of thrones, before me before
you
watch how i carve the wind a way as a tree to sweep into your
butterfly house ribcage
i slam the doors open wide
to slam them shut.
i sleep in the elevator - i play
hide & seek behind the shudder speed curtain of your golden eyelids, stare
down your cursive textbook
spine
at the world i motion broken
back & forth i lose myself i wonder, wandering
i find your national treasure in my emptied chest.
for flashes of seconds
i capture you in fragments, pieces like gospel choir puzzles,
i line your small frame and walls
carefully;
giant portraits of your citrine glow and mint elegance.
chamomile camera capture this how that
i
get so lost in my own imagination of hers,
who
i could spend some forever and yesterday here like
i'm going everywhere and nowhere at once.
twice i've lived alive again
i love
this museum of nothing but her,
this perfect place that i call home
12/23/2013 Author's Note: once upon a time she said everything at once and it felt like Christmas morning.
Posted on 12/23/2013
Copyright © 2024 Steven Kenworthy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/24/13 at 01:44 PM this music you've composed so powerfully subtle and enticingly elegant and very much alive and who could not help but succumb to its thrall? not I, flapped the butterfly. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/26/13 at 03:09 PM if this was a religion, it would be so easy to become a follower |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 12/27/13 at 08:41 PM so lovely and perfect, this!
i find your national treasure in my emptied chest. |
| Posted by Megan Guimbellot on 12/29/13 at 04:38 AM gorgeous! but "i could spend some forever and yesterday here like
i'm going everywhere and nowhere at once" to the end are my favorite, favorite parts. I'm glad you're writing/ sharing again. I miss good poetry!! |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/31/14 at 07:00 PM I am lost in your words and rhythm and imagery, as ever I was. |
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