because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

consciousness

not so much a stream but

a torrent, discontinuously melded

by glacial tides, angled emotions;

not a new way of seeing, exactly,

but my own voice, legible.

my own small fingers,

connecting pad to roughened nail

with each of your splayed ones,

flower petals pushed closed

by a hailstorm of denials,

a firm refusal in the meeting

of eyes.

cobalt and gray,

sea-colored glass

through which you view

the dreams you thought

abandoned you at puberty;

awake but almost…

there.  The instant slips

between closing knuckles,

eluding coherence, dandelion seeds

shooed out by puffed cheeks

to sprout on the wind.

And you thought it was over.

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2 responses

  1. amazing how you blend human emotions with nature. people don’t realize sometimes how much we can relate as people to our environment.
    “flower petals pushed closed

    by a hailstorm of denials,

    a firm refusal in the meeting

    of eyes.”

    Lies destroy a lot of beautiful things. Kudos.

    August 19, 2008 at 11:25 am

  2. Very nice word choices – they really set an atmosphere that flows throughout the piece.

    July 7, 2010 at 5:38 pm

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