Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Labyrinth

I flowed at my body's edge
She said, like a snail drawn to salt mound
Daring to be vaporized

When the ether denied her
She made a pact with the bamboo trees
To sway strong in brilliant winds

I'm breaking, she said, seeking
Prudence distilled from time's crude counsel
A concentrated effort

To dam the raging within
She erected walls of frosted glass
And insulated passage

Lost in her cotton center
I am meandering through murmurs
of featureless flock, she said.


A poetry prompt from NaPoWriMo


The first line is from Octavio Paz's poem "Release":

Beneath the rain of drums
The flute's black stalk
Grew, withered, and sprouted again.
Things cast off from their names
I flowed
           At my body's edge
Among the unbound elements


4 comments:

  1. I absolutely love this, imagery, language, all.
    Especially:
    "She made a pact with the bamboo trees
    To sway strong in brilliant winds

    I'm breaking, she said, seeking"

    Those lines will stick with me today. Wonderful.

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    1. I'm so glad you connected. Thank you for reading and commenting, De :)

      PS...I just popped over to your blog again this morning and absolutely love the 'not so still life'...I'm going to play with that soon. Thanks!

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  2. This is gorgeous. Your blog bakground frames this beautifully. Well penned.

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    1. Thank you, Brenda! And I didn't even notice that til you pointed it out, ha, thanks :)

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