right now
i’m a pallid skull on a black t-shirt
i’m driftwood down the riverbank
a spiral galaxy tattooed on a shoulder
an empty plastic bottle bumped along the bridge railing
i’m dregs in the porcelain cup
the deckle edge of a book left on your shelf
i’m vibrating maxwell lines in a universe expanding beyond itself
a hard strum on a martin d28
i’m a swell of offshore energy destined to become a wave
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Dropping all the caps and punctuation really lets the poem act like the swell of energy rolling in from that wonderful last line. Solid images and word choice really create a mood.
thanks! i’m trying a thing out, and so far it’s fun
I salute your words here! You sold it at deckle. These “right now” poems are addicting.
i wanted to give myself a specific sandbox to play in this year. here’s to hoping they stay addictive lol
Seconding deckle. Never heard the word before, and any poem that teaches me a new word is an automatic thumbs up!
isn’t it a great word? thanks for the thumbs up
That lady line, “i’m a swell of offshore energy destined to become a wave” is the clincher that rolls the whole carpet out for this poem! Superb!
*last line, lol.
thanks so much! i had more images in mind, but that one felt like a closer. i’m glad you agree
Wow! I love old books and have done bookbinding and papermaking, so “deckle” chimed well with me. Great visual. The anaphora of taking possession, of identity, “I’m.” Yes! And there is such a broad scope to this poem culminating in that last line.
Well done!
thanks for these comments—i was aiming for specific images over a wide expanse, so i went for the whole universe lol
A dark vibe here that reminds me of Rimbaud…
i like an undercurrent of danger lol—thanks for the comment