fainting in public when i had no place to go.
Submitted by cerebella on September 1, 2010 – 7:13 am2 Comments
fainting in public when i had no place to go.
by cerebella
(i will save you only if your
veins are slight)
we were birdwatching between the oak trees
i saw two hawks have a fight that could happen
to us
so i backed away
and tried to run
but the frost tangled our atoms
we melted, we became
a frozen pond
and the ice skate blades didn’t hurt us.
we rented out to plankton for recipe,
they swim around the curves of our
wobbly necks
they dance in and out
they surface
in the humpbacks roars
when the moon is about
winter seeds break out on my skins
complex
i will become a doe
and i will sing to the mountain tops
about my cuteness and white spots.
©
thank you quasi ( : i am blown away.
mmm… i luv me some Cerebella poems. It’s like being blinded by self-made supernovas exploding fresh perspectives of expression, a poetic craft self-stamped with authenticity, and honest and true and from the heart.
I think life is a dream world and our own abstractions give us so very many clues to filling in the jig-saw saw and puzzle that is our existence.
Funny how relationship woes bring us to Winter which is the season of our discontent, eh? For me, it’s a blissful time with no allergies, but it’s a dormancy stage where things can either survive or get killed off too.
I’m so taken how the ‘everyday’ items or conceptions interweave thruout poem’s apparent tragic romance or challenges ending with a sunny sprouting of new birthed rebirth–way to keep it real: “frost tangled our atoms”; “we rented out to plankton for recipe”–good reminders that this is actual and not remanufactured from the chalky bones of Norton Anthology.
I’m also always so taken by this poet’s intelligence and ability to be so holistic and everywhere at once–one of our best writers here at H & H and someone we can all learn from. Such a blessing. “they surface in the humpbacks roars when the moon is about…” –sticks in my head like a seedling.