In the morning, no words the same
In the morning, no words the same
by Bogdan Puslenghea
1. morning
blinds down warm
air voices
medium screen
medium dark, lines
new roses.
I
finally got it (and it
wasn't even that
hard) Reality is
full of
people
2. no words
not for I feel something beyond them - words, without words
because I don't feel anything - without words
I can't feel a thing
I can't find any word.
3. the same
blinds down medium
warm voices
air - screen
medium dark, lined up
new roses
finally
Reality
Got
It
fULL
Intriguing three-part structure linked to the title. The words in parts one and three are the same but in a different order, except “lines” changes to “lined up.” This phrase could modify “new roses,” suggesting the roses have been lined up by someone–a person. This may connect the disconnected imagery of part one–somebody’s putting the roses in order (for the poet?). The new arrangement, the new words (found by the poet) could enable the poet to “feel” something. The earlier perception “reality is full of people” thereby becomes emphatically “full” of significance.
i get it, it’s yoko ono!