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

What has so far transpired:

contrails of cirrus
like kitestrings are flung
cross a June evening,

laundry lines of the summer’s
sirensong, a rumbling
in the stomach of my soul.

it nears storm season,
longing anticipated before
lightning even

touches down.
the wind builds
castles of our discontent, dust

scattered like glitter &
unicorns ‘cross the page where
we grub out with the back

end of a no.2 lead the lust
which would hang
us up to dry. do i

already drip? i cannot
remember how
the next verse goes.

my black marks
are wound like
kitestrings ’round

but a single wrist, tight,
untangled (and i think),
still my own.

15 responses

  1. rosemary mint

    This is incredible. I love it. My favorites are S1 and S2, as well as these:

    “scattered like glitter &
    unicorns”

    “end of a no.2 lead the lust
    which would hang
    us up to dry”

    “tight,
    untangled (and i think),
    still my own”

    June 26, 2012 at 8:12 pm

    • aww, thanks so much, rosemary! i think i like the first 2 stanzas the best, myself. πŸ™‚

      June 27, 2012 at 9:17 pm

  2. ihatepoetry

    Love the use of language here, but having a hard time deciphering any literal (linear) meaning. Just feel a general sense of foreboding, but gathering clouds always have that effect on me. Thanks.

    June 26, 2012 at 8:24 pm

    • mosk, i’ve always found literal linearity to be overrated. cheers. πŸ™‚

      June 27, 2012 at 9:19 pm

  3. dang…the first 5 lines are just rip with imagery…great joanna…the grubbing out the lust with a no. 2 penci….well that is vivid…smiles….i don not remember how the next verse goes…gives us a chance to breath before the pain…kite strings…dang…

    June 26, 2012 at 8:25 pm

    • thanks for dropping in, brian. vividness and breathing both very important aspects here. *smiles.*
      peace
      j

      June 27, 2012 at 9:20 pm

  4. a rumbling in the stomach of my soul….castles of our discontent, dust…..beautiful lines, Joanna. I enjoyed this.

    June 26, 2012 at 8:34 pm

  5. a rumbling in the stomach of my soul ! ! !

    June 26, 2012 at 9:52 pm

    • didn’t know your soul had a stomach, did you, Carl?

      June 27, 2012 at 9:21 pm

  6. Lovely use of language. The imagery inspired me to write a piece that I’ll share next week.

    {Ami}
    http://sundrysumthins.wordpress.com/

    June 26, 2012 at 10:57 pm

  7. Great imagery, and the close is just something special.

    Great picture as well.

    June 27, 2012 at 8:11 pm

    • thanks on both counts, wanderer. πŸ˜‰

      June 27, 2012 at 9:23 pm

  8. Inspired me too… http://raysharp.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/tea-leaves/

    June 29, 2012 at 10:41 pm

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