A poem about an obsession: first draft
ATLAS
You cannot solve the worldand she cannot solve your thought.
The horizon hatches in you
low and dark
and her fingers up and down your spine
are as altering
as the grass heads
to the wind.
She tenses for both of you
and watches you bear the earth.
Cowed and loving,
heart gripped and furrowed.
Mute in the audience
of your frown.
Really loved the last four lines; I thought they built fantastically. Was the line-break difference for the first few lines deliberate? It threw me off a bit for the opening…I normally end up putting everything in Div because the line gaps the blogs give you really seem to mess around with some poems. Here I thought it worked well, though: nice breathing space between the lines etc…
Jon
31 Jan 2008, 15:53
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