Monday, November 26, 2007

Behind Teeth

In the space which hangs
like a slack rope,
between two thoughts.
You find an inroad,
again.
Armature broken.
Debris spun.
You flop,
you kneel
before me,
As I sit,
a brittle caricature.

I had come,
to leave.

Hidden constants
cocooned.
My resolve buckled.
I try to hold you.
My arms derail,
Encircle myself,
instead.
I am a coil.
A pillar.
A self-antagonistic stack.

Decaying bleak,
before your scavenger hands.
You’ve waited,
blanched
for me,
to be bleached,
by this blinding white
of your secrets,
in shrill circles.
I squint to see,
your raptors cut their throats.
To find no flower’s hearts.

7 comments:

David McLean said...

this is beautiful, Amanda

solis ten said...

Completely amazing!! I love it!

Web For said...

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(And you also need to start allowing anonymous comments...how else can I steal your traffic by linking back to my site! =D)

I very much like this poem. It is very shiny, and the words are spelled correctly as well. ;)

Amanda Joy said...

Cheeky bugger! Lucky thing you redeemed yourself post- post comment ;)

Henry Long said...

I very much enjoy your choices here. For example:

You’ve waited,
blanched
for me,
to be bleached,
by this blinding white
of your secrets,
in shrill circles.

That's the kind of imagery/sound I work towards. You make it appear effortless. Great work.

Mark Witucke said...

-traced a thought taut as a thread-

i've found the balance - shadow - through the looking glass - in a little pen

Amanda Joy said...

Thanks Mark, I'm slowly moving more and more over this way..