Repost: Apostrophe

by Paul Lastovica

In the wake of awakening
a dim bulb of light
in the thickening carpet
held feet

only a sliver separates
the dream ‘ the real
a draft of a whisper
is set to shatter upon
the first degree above freezing

It may have been,
there was something there
a cyclical power struggle
between an upper & lower hand

a desire for rain, bare skin,
pumped blood, palm to palm
breath into breath into the bowl of an ear
absent of accord
the lips spell out shapes for entrance
mist into mist , tongue onto tongue


In the wake of awakening
the sense of concurrent realities
a shard of glass is maybe still sand
If only on a molecular scale
the ring of an impact crater
equals the ring on a finger
the circumference of a pupil

an island becomes an apostrophe
between two bodies of water
a thought is set in motion
That inner space is as infinite as outer space
life in the pockets between micrometers

each finger-print a whorl of galaxies
each atom a star, each person
a moon, each nation a planet
all in numbers beyond rational comprehension
the contour of knuckles
a mountain-range


Author's Note: Published: Pathetic Book of Poetry
For pathetic, by pathetic. Thank you, Jody Pratt and all fellow contributors!

Posted on 09/30/2015
Copyright © 2022 Paul Lastovica

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/30/15 at 07:50 PM

Fine piece of work, Paul. Evocative! Congrats on the publishing also.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/06/15 at 02:22 PM

Totally mind expanding to read - love the melds and segues from line to word to line. My favorite unique line "life in the pockets between micrometers". Rereading......

Posted by Laura Doom on 10/06/15 at 11:24 PM

All the world's a metaphor, and all the words and meanings merely stages. This, a perceptual adventure.

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