Anfractwhat? Or How Straight Is Straight?
Anfractwhat? Or How Straight Is Straight?
Unwavering
as an arrow
that spins
in order to slice
air, which isn’t as straight
as a ruler’s edge,
the arrow that is,
which has nicks
in it even after sanded
with rough, gritty
protuberanced-paper,
the arrow and
the ruler’s edge,
and when I sit
up straight
to write
there’s curves
in my spine
and when I look
I see straight
through imperfectly
sphered balls
ink drips
from the pen’s
rounded tips
whose nibs whip
blobbish droplets
into direct connects
between a and b.
Crooked fingers
grasp banded shafts,
wrists rotate to create
finely finished lines,
pencils’ leaded
conical points
traverse
in starts and stops,
leave little dots,
dupe fools
into thinking
unbent is without
twists or turns,
but I’ve learned
how anfractuous
straight really is.
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You’ve worked on this a lot! Much smoother now, much tighter, more cohesive. Good on you!
This reads so fluid.
Out loud it’s fun to make the words.
Performance piece ???
It’s good.
A good, smooth, fun read! I love the straight shape of the poem.
Thanks so much for all the comments. I actually have a much different format I struggled with all morning, after comments from Poezia workshop group, but this site wouldn’t let me copy and paste that version.
I like how this poem builds to the conclusion. I felt myself sitting up straighter when I was reading this!
I love this–loved the version I saw on Facebook–and could certainly imagine you performing this or a version of it.
Thanks Shaun.
this is very sinuous
and circuitous,
just like a straight line
Jim, right! Thanks for the comment. Miss seeing you.
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