The broken egg on Humpty Dumpty’s
head and face taken as feeling
are we dreaming or embarassingly
waking up with the nails and needles of
the body politic fighting walking?

The twitches of the splinted patient
are taken less and less seriously by
the heavenly fates and gates than
the post-hoc and land-locked
wishes of the uncommitted
and dim-witted opportunists.

On the snoop for insider
information to swing a deal
like a poor man’s revolving door
like a wealthy debtor to the big bet
chips stacked up like skyscrapers
numbers rolling in the streets
under the whips of cowboys.

Remember how in school
you thought you knew something
and then by experimentation
by step-by-step and hands-on
pulling it apart you gradually
finally realize how delicately
the seasons of storm are woven into
the spring and summer of the mind?


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2 Responses to Woven

  1. huzaifazoom says:

    On the resonance between https://huzaifazoom.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/there-are-the-trembled/ and this.

    Indeed. At first, I thought my erstwhile touchstone poem by Dylan Thomas captured some of that commonality with these lines:

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    But then I thought, no, that wasn’t quite it. And I came across this, from Muriel Rukeyser’s poem (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=25884)

    The voice of the world speaking, the world covered by signs,
    the burning, the loving, the speaking, the opening.
    Strong throat of sound from the smoking mountain.
    Still flame, the spoken singing of a young child.
    The meaning beginning to move, which is the song.

    Music of those who have walked out of slavery.

    Into that journey where all things speak to all things
    refusing to accept the curse, and taking
    for signs the signs of all things, the world, the body
    which is part of the soul, and speaks to the world,
    all creation being created in one image, creation.

    This comes closer.

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