all things macular
what music
here in the not
seating
on the edge
of a littleness
new to the eye
steady rhythm
holds the one
Who wanders
melody spins the
far-flung web
not to be escaped
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Love how no punctuation works its ambiguity into this poem.
What magic you weave with your sparse poems–line breaks and no punctuation create multiple layers of meaning. A powerful poem whose subject matter scares the hell out of me, as I have its beginnings.
Great depth in this piece!
Love the title and this clear-visioned poem.