the lookout sparkles,
gemstones strung on a spider web
and tossed delicate
toward our harbour.
memory blinks
like electricity
in a Montreal stone house
whilst power lines
collapse under frost.
it happens
again and again. no number
of edits can reclaim
that first moment
of fascination when you hold
the final mirror the only other way.
ReplyDeletethe lookout sparkles,
gemstones strung on a spider web
and tossed delicate
toward our harbour.
memory blinks
like electricity
in a Montreal stone house
whilst power lines
collapse under frost.
**
These next lines bring into play a poetry scheme
that points to the antecedent (power line collapse)
and to the subsequent (the mirror paradox) at the
same time.
"it happens again and again..." What happens?
**
it happens
again and again. no number
of edits can reclaim
that first moment
of fascination when you hold
the final mirror the only other way.
**
Mirrors always remind me of Las Meninas,
a 1656 painting by Diego Velázquez.
Your poetry always reminds me of you.
p
it—that generic and neutral personal pronoun.
ReplyDeleteit
could be anything. I leave that up to you
dearest P.
I love it when you respond to respond --
ReplyDeletea daisy-chain of responds ought never
end. Voice to voice end and begin and
end and begin again only to end the
beginning.
I have a lot to say ... pent up stuff.
I'm going to say it without reservation.
p
really?
ReplyDeletelike a revolving door or a carousel without guardian, keeper or Master.
Margaritas are appealing both in flowers & beverages.
Cheers