Welcome back to the corner, it has been awhile since we had a seat. Today I just pulled a poem out of the briefcase of holding, figured whatever comes out, is going on the stage. This poem had traveled for quite a few years in a battered briefcase. It is actually a brown leather briefcase that has seen some travel not to mention a tear in the side due to a cat using it as a scratching post. At one time, I used it to carry paperwork in a job I had. Long story short, I ended up in a frozen ditch at 4:00 a.m. in February and as the ice cold water rushed into the cab, I grabbed the briefcase and crawled up the bank. By the time I got home, a mile and half later, both the briefcase and myself were almost frozen solid. Now it holds a pack of poems.
Get the fingers snapping, get the spotlight on the stool, let's get the show on the road..
Precipice
Linear logic flows
like liquid glass,
as thought evaporates
from conscious memory.
Language fades.
As nature is passion,
internal solitude
is a reality emerging
deep within the soul.
Images erode.
In the instant acceptance
of a perfect emptiness;
change loses motion,
leaving nothing.
Creative serenity.
When I was a kid, I had a cat who chewed like a puppy. My copy of Anne of Green Gables is gnawed through from silly Chesterfield.
Posted by: vange | 05/03/2010 at 12:04 PM
Nice work. I especially like the last stanza. The somewhat staccato rhythm of the words is very beautiful.
Posted by: Morgan Elektra | 05/03/2010 at 12:10 PM
I like your form. My favorite parts are the final lines in each stanza. They create a layer of beauty that complements the stanzas collectively.
Posted by: chandra | 05/03/2010 at 03:18 PM
I love the transition from the first stanza to the last. It's like a process that gives over to freedom, just letting go. Beautiful!
Posted by: Jenny Beans | 05/03/2010 at 06:08 PM
Man, reading stuff like this makes me wish I could write poetry. But if there is one thing I suck at, it's poetry. Looking forward to reading some more of your work!
Posted by: Drew Beatty | 05/03/2010 at 07:53 PM
Absolutely beautiful! I wish I could write poetry like that, but I can't. Mine pales in comparison to yours. Keep posting more.
Posted by: Nicole | 05/03/2010 at 08:46 PM
Thank you! I guess I'll have to hang in the corner more then once a month. I would also love to host folks, get some other poets doing their thing in the corner, that would be fun.
Posted by: Patrick | 05/04/2010 at 09:07 AM
I'm a little late to the party (blame my promotion last weekend and harwood's yesterday), but great images you have here, Patrick. Nice job.
Posted by: Edward G. Talbot | 05/06/2010 at 09:37 AM
I like this - a much kinder portrayal of how human memory works than I usually get to see! :)
Posted by: Jim Ryan | 05/09/2010 at 07:51 PM