The starting point is at the bottom
you get to using words, their tilted
sounds and false show, for support.
Surefooted, laconic, and culpable,
you work moves past embellishment
girding image with mendicant emotion,
constructing loss by left to right ascent
that altogether disappears
inverted sky, an empty bowl
when something happens off the ground.
This is the poetic leap,
finished with meaning, and there is nothing
about it to point at. The poet goes back
to the articulated house. Its brick
chimney draws smoke above a gable roof.
Wow. I love it. So many things about it, like the first stanza, or the second...'The poet goes back in the articulate house.' You've paired words as a vintner pairs wine and food.
ReplyDeleteI really like this, too.
ReplyDeleteNice word, vintner. Thanks. - Chico
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