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.
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!