The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Fri 3/27/2009)

[RetroLounge]

Chronographia

Begin at mile zero: a satellite dish
starless and webbed, great black wheel
shipwrecked to eavesdropping; a blue trailer,
aluminum skin half bricked, the man
inside tamping the trowel higher, packing in
that flamboyant faith in weather
which was youth, and winter’s calm, the forest floor
littered with possibility, pine needles knit
like wishbones’ twinned arms.
Break one: luck’s what remains
most whole, a matchstick’s matted head
before the strike, before wind’s godlike finger
crooked up spring, before the trash fire
leaped to the woods, lapping up trees
as if all would be made visible
in our end. Before mushrooms, small
gray ears, bloomed in the ash, something to gather
before night’s lit with the static
of remote fires and the one
unblinking star pacing the sky
catching our voices, casting them down.

Sandra Meek

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[blueraven95]

1. Happy Friday!

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[BlueIris]

2. Wow! I love it.

Saving this one...

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[Chorophyll]

3. Aw yeah.

This is good. :hi:

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[Tuesday Afternoon]

4. Thanks for this one...

Time. :donut: :hi:

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