Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sky Windows



rip down the sky tear
strip shred the setting of
night dominion fall to
frozen lake sheet ice

lightning sky rip to pulldown mirror
inset scrape elbows wet holding head low
to brunt and berm
will     terrain     err

as windows move along the edge of the sky
your arms in air and fade of cloud
to float in mind in outer mind make mainsail
soar across night's deeper sea

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Blogger Dave King said...

The poem I think superb. It is full of meanings, the ambiguity a positive force driving it forward. I have only begun to get to grips with it, but it is amply rewarding already. The photograph compliments it admirably, intriguing in its own right.

5:06 AM  
Blogger Art Durkee said...

hi, Dave—

Thanks. I'm finding myself at the moment in a place where some poems are just leaking out like this. But I'm not able to tell if they're any good, or even finished. It's just sort of happening, and my critical faculties have been temporarily disengaged, I guess, by all the other things going on during my day. (It's been busy lately.)

Ambiguity and layered meanings. Even to the clueless poet! LOL

9:49 AM  

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