Today as a Pendulum
Buckets of hot wind beneath the redbuds
Cigarette after cigarette
Dissolved into the eye of the robin
I felt myself drifting
Spinning through stars
I could see the Big Dipper
The Kitten laying in the grass
The sunflowers slumping
The peppers sprinting
The prime truck
The mailman
The Robin climbed a flight of stairs
Cereal
Pizza
Pineapple
Cottage cheese
Awaking out of six dreams
Grinding and honeying coffee
I stumbled around in the heat with my mazda
Thinking of Mike at the old YMCA
Thinking of how in Spellbound
The doctors believed that to name a thing
was to cure it
Awaiting my hempen singlet
Goldie being beautiful
The tree next door making such charming
squeals with its trunks
The departure of the Pennsylvanians
The Kitten was hungry
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It’s fascinating to experience someone else’s world through their poetry. I could never write like this, but I’m so glad I know someone who can.
Wow! Thank you! I agree that it is fascinating!
I appreciate your thoughtful eye for layering scene and building atmosphere. Love the line “Cigarette after cigarette/Dissolved into the eye of the robin”
Thank you Shaun! It was a little bit like words or phrases in a hat I was shuffling around. I had fun with it.
This gentle staccato of images is powerful, and bears several readings to savor. Good work!
Thank you! At the moment of writing I was feeling like everything was all at once, and time wasn’t real. I wondered if it would come through like that, or just be confusing.
Love this tower of images, each line intrigues and wow “Cigarette after cigarette/Dissolved into the eye of the robin”
Thank you Pam!
I love the surreal juxtapositions and the dizzying beat.
Thanks Carole, I appreciate that!
This: “Cigarette after cigarette
Dissolved into the eye of the robin”
Amazing!!!
Thank you!
I’m particularly fond of this one. It’s like a waltzing metronome burning these beautiful images into the air, like lingering fire work smoke depicting giggling cryptids at some swank little fairy town garden party. It’s like a pseudo-experimental short film I might watch again and again to get my bearings on being alive again.