after JKD’s "Overland," posted Feb 6, which is in turn after "drafts from Winter Constellations" by Nate Pritts.
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as if in the wind-tossed grasses
inheres
...............some crystalline geometry
.....................susceptible to triangulation
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.....................the dealt world, its wick and flame
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beneath the sky’s cobalt clatter
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*
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But always iceblink
a shimmered horizon—
..............twined paths and yin-yang clues
..............constants refracted under lake water
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Our deceptions opening doors into strange light
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*
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The stars spiked, windblown
patinad with myth
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witness to our displacements
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..................what became of stone?
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Once, a woman, traveling:
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*
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followed a trace of glazed spice
mulling star-formations and window-glints
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their dislocated and sporadic clusters
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*
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early sun, moonlight burning through
a rage for some defining order
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.........................falling
along long distances
.......rusted reflections of bodies rolling in sleep
....................& then afterward
........................................& further
until then;
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*
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skeletal dance in wind-tossed grasses
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staggered and jagged, cleft, flung
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how to keep
the wind-wrenched night in check
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....................... ..embers
rekindled to an ordering rage
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..........................small patter of sparks
..........................against the wide sky
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*
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Birch trees bend to their waists
in the gusting wind
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..............................poems like closed eyes
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............apart from the fire’s whispers
............the rustle and fall of small deceptions
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slips of peeling white holding moonlight
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LOVELY poem SUE!!!! I adore some of the sounds, the wind reflected by the movement of the poem both lyrically and physically! I wonder whether Nate Pritts is reading these, and hearing how far his initial poem's vocabularly has blown on the winds of its vocabulary, themes and sounds. I think it is such a compliment to echo and respond to another's poem, and certainly with a response at la hauteur of the original. Thanks Nate & Sue!!!
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