Friday, January 10, 2025

Does That Sea-like Rhythm Deepen Our Other, Largely Unused Sight?

 

The feminine rhythm bends and bows

everything and all without which,

otherwise, there would be

but a barren, dead, old void,

 

but a rigid, solitary quiet

and no, even if not more

than vague, tenuous notes

to plead and plait and undulate

 

these letters black on paper white,

brushing off strings on one’s heart

and making them come back live

 

like a lyric line to a poem roused,

akin to the throbbing swells of night

as they meet our forward-coming pulse.

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