Thursday, July 28, 2016

substance

i live in blank space
and a rumor unheard
the sound of vision
permeating thought

who? at the door
what? fell past

to have a self miss
substance

you stand (my last life)
pulse points without meaning

there is a cracking
of quartz  -
one bone aches

and a child

walks...

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2016

11 comments:

  1. The ending lines gripped me... with the cracking of quartz...

    How lovely to see you bkm at the pub. Hope you are well.

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    1. thank you Grace...good to be here...bkm

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  2. Gayle Walters RoseJuly 28, 2016 at 5:33 PM

    I'm sensing a "becoming" of sorts especially with the child walking at the end. And what does that mean "(my last life)"...I'm mystified.

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  3. My last life...we all have times in our past that are like past lives...love the cracking of quartz and the vision of the child walking.

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  4. I sense there are more layers here that I don't totally get.. the sound of vision permeating..is a very interesting line.

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  5. Beautifully done! I have missed your words.

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  6. Superb...really engaging piece that invited me in and held my attention, stunningly done...

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  7. Love your words even though I don't quite understand them. Intriguing.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  8. Makes me remember the old question about what is substance and what is shadow.

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  9. For the poet to keep writing, there must always be new found ground -- but to even name it, so much has to be remitted, forgiven, casketed ... revised. This is so finely spare, allowing a ledge for the child to crawl around into new light. Haven't read you in a while, so I can't say how this compares or relates, but after a year or so it seems finely fresh. Hope you've been well.

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