June 2, 2021

sunday muse #162


posted for the sunday muse #162, i missed the deadline i think, sorry, i write slow


flatfooted

one stuck in a puddle, one tripping over curbs

                i stubble

                                she slips across a window and around the corner

streets are wet and busy

                everything splashes

my imagination

                her misbehavior

it is daylight and she should be sleeping  

I travel by the power of bone and muscle and want

                she moves like water thru shadow

                                                                thru myth thru my head and

                                                                                                one step ahead

she sneaks in-between the ripples of the puddles of my marching feet

                                                                                         ties my shoelaces together

i am clumsy, she is clever

she is magnetic north for all the glowing creatures

                                                                i am day labor

she hides in the corner of a crow’s eye

                i search the thrift store lost and found

she hides between the credit card logo and no smoking decal on the café window

                i play the shell game                      

flatfooted we dance

its noon and her head is in the clouds, pale smile of the plotting

                and two steps ahead

my eyes turn everything over, make a mess

                i want meaning, measurement, understanding

                                i want photographs and facts and maps

she can only be revealed with a blacklight and slice of lemon

                (and reads the same forwards as backwards)

she sleeps naked in cloudless lakes

                                draped only in loose gravity and thin veils of chaos theory

and i don’t dare wake her

                                i don’t dare try to take her because

                                                                                                i don’t want to make her

                                                                                                                change

                                                                                                                the way she

                                                                                                                                plays

                                            this game

 


10 comments:

  1. Love the soft comparisons and whole feel of this Phillip! Such a wonderful and unique take on the image. So worth the wait. Welcome to the Muse Phillip!

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  2. So glad I returned for another look-see! Would have been criminal to miss this fine poetry. So many breathtaking lines ~~~ I like the dance.

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    1. thanks helen, glad you found my poem, i was late to the party

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  3. Oh my " draped only in loose gravity and thin veils of chaos theory" one of the many lines I love in this poem.

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  4. thank you susie, i liked that line too, glad you enjoyed it

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  5. I love the concept of your poem and the conclusion that you draw. Such lovely words and images.

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    1. thank you jadeli, i like the concept too, but i feels a little more aggressive than was intended, but i'm still working on it, so glad you liked

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  6. You're not slow at all! Better to spend the time and write something really great like this! "she sleeps naked in cloudless lakes / draped only in loose gravity and thin veils of chaos theory" is terrific!

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  7. thank you qbit, and i agree, better to take some time with it, plus i enjoy the process, and i'm always a little sad when i finish a poem, because i can't play with anymore, thanks again sir.

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