She’s Laked Howsome
She’s Laked Howsome
by stephen chamberlain
She’s laked howsome, nor the singed, antennae-lilt. Not stilling the
roundwaves as I ought your–this ridden song hung me now. Me to ring you weller, to round you weller, to nose you into the skies. For you to
walk so rather nice, I not as I, but as you thought clearest in the
sped-pillowed halfness. How’ve I quivered not along to a ruint; first
kissedwindclean and noticed more in this head–what I’ve flung I’ve
tilled. You’ll restrinse into the deadening link weathers and past them
as.
Editor @ March 31, 2008
Playfullness with words and the order of words might at first appear to be uncommon nonsense to some, but upon closer inspection there’s a great deal of craft and deepness here. I had to admit, the pervert in my mind twisted the title to read: ‘She’s Naked somehow’ when i first came across it. The mind will do things like that. I like how the author moved syntax around a bit to bring a different perspective or outlook to readers…which we poets are always nail-biting in our rough drafts to go beyond the cliche in word choice and delivery so a theme, idea, notion, image can be born anew and not just recycled without any zest…
Anyway, i was in awe of a couple lines..particularly: “For you to walk so rather nice, I not as I, but as you thought clearest in the sped-pillowed halfness.” For additional interpretation on poem’s theme/meaning, i’m gonna pass buck to Misener…i’m calling you out man! Spotlight! Spotlight!