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“Legacy”
Finished June 29, 2008
From the holes in the ceiling small suns shone through
I reached up with one hand and there grew a peach tree rooted in carpet
Beside me another sprouted in a gentler, much deeper wood
We blocked the shine with our fingers, little eclipses
A sprung umbrage that fluttered against those equidistant stars
Fluorescence melted us into complacency, a legacy
Existence pure organic artificial
And we coalesced into one milky, silvery pool
An ocean into ourselves, a drying flooded stairwell
A breathing sage on a cellophane stage
With no where left to grow but upward
As this miniature Mediterranean seeped into the ground
I thought of the terrazzo plane, that iffy grain
Under our rosaceous, watery faces, leaves as headpieces
Self-assembling mosaics laying cool to the cheek
Contour of warmth ever keeping the fabric impress
A jigsaw gesture, we cook and break,
Boil and harden into a puzzlement lake
We are a fluid mixture, though dissembled and cracked
We are to our permanence as sufficiency that lacks
Our hands were a forest of skin
With initials lovingly carved in
These pieces skitter and reveal naked root
Daylight flickers from the gaps of unlocked palms
Hearts still combined, sublime, we divide
And the teeth that formed our smiles file into pearl alignment
Stringing a necklace I’ve always wanted
Finished June 29, 2008
From the holes in the ceiling small suns shone through
I reached up with one hand and there grew a peach tree rooted in carpet
Beside me another sprouted in a gentler, much deeper wood
We blocked the shine with our fingers, little eclipses
A sprung umbrage that fluttered against those equidistant stars
Fluorescence melted us into complacency, a legacy
Existence pure organic artificial
And we coalesced into one milky, silvery pool
An ocean into ourselves, a drying flooded stairwell
A breathing sage on a cellophane stage
With no where left to grow but upward
As this miniature Mediterranean seeped into the ground
I thought of the terrazzo plane, that iffy grain
Under our rosaceous, watery faces, leaves as headpieces
Self-assembling mosaics laying cool to the cheek
Contour of warmth ever keeping the fabric impress
A jigsaw gesture, we cook and break,
Boil and harden into a puzzlement lake
We are a fluid mixture, though dissembled and cracked
We are to our permanence as sufficiency that lacks
Our hands were a forest of skin
With initials lovingly carved in
These pieces skitter and reveal naked root
Daylight flickers from the gaps of unlocked palms
Hearts still combined, sublime, we divide
And the teeth that formed our smiles file into pearl alignment
Stringing a necklace I’ve always wanted
aha!! i figured out my problem with submitting.. apparently i have a nasty firewall set up that wont let me submit things on my laptop..
w.e.
this is fresh off the press!!
hoping to submit it along with five others to youngarts2009
this work was influenced by a lot of things..
but mainly its about a legendary existence and whether or not we should see it as a natural or self-made legacy.
two characters viewed by one.
oddly enough i followed a five-to-six line stanza pattern.. completely unintentional and up to your interpretation
im submitting this to be evaluated by a panel so plz be as helpful as possible if you comment
more to come
w.e.
this is fresh off the press!!
hoping to submit it along with five others to youngarts2009
this work was influenced by a lot of things..
but mainly its about a legendary existence and whether or not we should see it as a natural or self-made legacy.
two characters viewed by one.
oddly enough i followed a five-to-six line stanza pattern.. completely unintentional and up to your interpretation
im submitting this to be evaluated by a panel so plz be as helpful as possible if you comment
more to come
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