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
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
The ending lines gripped me... with the cracking of quartz...
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to see you bkm at the pub. Hope you are well.
thank you Grace...good to be here...bkm
DeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteMy 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.
ReplyDeletePowerful write...!
ReplyDeleteI sense there are more layers here that I don't totally get.. the sound of vision permeating..is a very interesting line.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! I have missed your words.
ReplyDeleteSuperb...really engaging piece that invited me in and held my attention, stunningly done...
ReplyDeleteLove your words even though I don't quite understand them. Intriguing.
ReplyDeleteKind regards
Anna :o]
Makes me remember the old question about what is substance and what is shadow.
ReplyDeleteFor 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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