Stone Seed

I lost the end of myself somewhere near the start,

among the scattered sheets of blotting paper

sprung up on iron girder stalks.

Parchment alliums staked out like skeletons,

petals more like teeth,

 

poems in the stems of them,

but no air for the words to breathe.

 

 

Between the leaves the stanza’s curled,

coppered, golden, burnt and burnished,

rhythm rolling hollow in the echos,

tongue twisted through the skirmish

as syllables clattered in and out

silver toothed, thick lipped, broken.

Turned over once, then twice, then thrice,

poetic promised poured and stolen.

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16 Comments

  1. How delightful! All the words were jumping about here😃
    My fav: “…syllables clattered in and out

    silver toothed, thick lipped, broken…”

  2. I love the recursive: “I lost the end of myself somewhere near the start,” Also… I think the very fact that this all means enough to be a battle, a skirmish, means there is breathing, I don’t hear anything that rings hollow here. But then, the task was to write for only what the intended soul-mate would understand, so what do I know? I love the cascading adjectives! (the exclamation point means I really really do love 😉 it), “coppered, golden, burnt and burnished” Is a poet an alchemist that turns copper to gold, or is the poet a fraud that merely sells us that what is burnt is burnished? Not a fraud, I think, rather a prophetess.

  3. There’s so much to love about this poem, Carol. 🙂 I especially love the imagery in:
    ‘Parchment alliums staked out like skeletons,
    petals more like teeth,
    poems in the stems of them,
    but no air for the words to breathe’;
    and the sound of:
    ‘rhythm rolling hollow in the echos,
    tongue twisted through the skirmish
    as syllables clattered in and out’
    and
    ‘poetic promised poured and stolen’.

  4. Late to reading – sigh. Too much travel and company!

    Carol, I liked so much about this write. The title is intriguing to me .. a seed signifying potential for growth, with the purpose of growth — but stone: cold, inert, hard, sometimes unmovable…and then the first line that IS the rest. Some wonderful imagery as well.

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