Losing Faces
From the south, you say... is that supposed to explain the way you amble down the street of change? Even the acrid smell of the new paint is comforting in the bleakness of societal form that is a southern multilevel project building.
Your imagery at its best here, I think, despite the sarcasm that makes it difficult to enjoy as thoroughly as I'd like to...
"I envy Emily Dickinson, though it must
have been hard butting heads
with the same hard edges on the same
second floor, keeping white her whites
without ever leaving home. Someone
must have gone candy shopping for her,
so she could attract all the children
to her own little garden."
And here:
"The dry umbrella faces
showed their pity when I stared them
in the eye. "
What austerity! With a careful nod to humanity and yet I feel as I walk away that pity is lost without action....
Thanks to the author for providing the familiarity of a bed, a resting place, if even solely familiar in the associative sense!
"I imagine a bed is a mixture
of all the places I've ever been, all
the hollows, crooks, and thighs I've ever rest
my head in."
Surely in time it will provide a dry haven for reflection of your absorptive and thoughtful observations!
From the south, you say... is that supposed to explain the way you amble down the street of change? Even the acrid smell of the new paint is comforting in the bleakness of societal form that is a southern multilevel project building.
Your imagery at its best here, I think, despite the sarcasm that makes it difficult to enjoy as thoroughly as I'd like to...
"I envy Emily Dickinson, though it must
have been hard butting heads
with the same hard edges on the same
second floor, keeping white her whites
without ever leaving home. Someone
must have gone candy shopping for her,
so she could attract all the children
to her own little garden."
And here:
"The dry umbrella faces
showed their pity when I stared them
in the eye. "
What austerity! With a careful nod to humanity and yet I feel as I walk away that pity is lost without action....
Thanks to the author for providing the familiarity of a bed, a resting place, if even solely familiar in the associative sense!
"I imagine a bed is a mixture
of all the places I've ever been, all
the hollows, crooks, and thighs I've ever rest
my head in."
Surely in time it will provide a dry haven for reflection of your absorptive and thoughtful observations!
