Paradoxical coverings
Greedily munching tidbits
from
a book that
fell
on your
face
Puffed up with great literature
Pockets of air from the best-seller list
Tangled fibres wrestle around a villanelle
At night the language roams between the threads
Nomad quotations from dead philosophers
By day the language rests; empty patterns
communico ergo sum
Evening brings the woman's solitude
Warm flesh pressed against cool cotton
Sanctity
Unreliable biro traces frameworks
Decorates with memorable trinkets:
Spurts of clarity in a marsh of entropy
The duvet gives up its language
Obviously a work in progress. Thanks for the inspiration Steve.
5 comments:
Mae West said, "I do all my best work in bed." I think your phrasing is more stylish.
Ash
Hooraay! A Poem! (I have a future contibutor to this blog who was worried nooone had posted in poem form) Loved it by the way Vicki 'the duvet gives up its language' - great ending (plus anything with the word 'entropy' in it gets my vote!)
Nom nom duvet. Steve's right it's about time there was a poem on a poetry blog, and the bar's set high now. Great post.
Love that.
Thanks guys :) Sometimes it's easier to say something through poetry than prose/blog don't you think?
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