Poem #2
Floral littoral memory zone
Tasks forgotten tranks for cut rate loans
Ship’s holds are full of numbered bones
There’s a tally like a rally --
Confusion tomes.
Sidestep heart
Matchless heart
Misspent part.
I now hit the forfeit.
It’s in full respect
Of the Montrechat and the moon
And the unspent wound
And sounds you made while loving
And thoughts that crash too soon.
I’m eating Lorna Doones.
Comfort on a hard afternoon.
posted by La Misma at 2:19 PM
4 Comments:
good images. "sidestep heart" my favorite. if I were smarter about poetry I could say something smarter about the OH and OO sounds you use. makes the poem kind of organic and nature-y. which made me feel infinitely more welcomed into it than the brittle intello-shit I associate with most poetry these days.
12:28 PM
Ho ho! Thank you. I thought there were cool "oo" sounds too.
I think, if you're going to fool around with language as a fun game, at least give people some rhymes to enjoy or some "oo" sounds or something. Some bang for their buck.
intello-shit = cool phrase.
2:21 PM
"Please, sir, I'd like some bang for my buck."
Here's my buck.
Where's my bang.
That's my eternal quest.
Or qwest, whichever comes first.
But anyway, it's pretty cool, when you think about, that your sounds send me. Your oo sounds remind me that sensuality is not gone even if the words aren't talking about it just then. Your oh sounds convey your emphatism.
12:16 PM
You need to check out Frederick Seidel's poetry. Seriously. He doesn't always use rhyme but when he does it's original. Nothing Hallmark-y about his stuff. Check
out Going Fast or the Cosmos Poems.
I like what you're doing here, in this poem, by the way.
11:11 AM
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