This month, I have mostly been inspired by the poetry of Carolyn Kizer. Semele Recycled inspired this piece. I kept the river but chose a different goddess.
Tongue, amputated
Sentiments flash noisily across a crowded
bed
black torrents crash
churn cracked
ceramic frag
ments
lost limbs
branched bones
Run off the mill mingles with drops
returning from epiphanies both deep and
high
Imagine submergence
Tongue, amputated
resting on the grassy bank
flaccid and over-ripe
runway veins drained
speckled cushion flat
Mute as the swan and half as remarkable
serene as Selene, gazing,
awash with borrowed blaze
Contradiction is knowledge
silence only a theory
Already I have said too much
always, I am saying too much
As usual, if you have any thoughts on how this poem can be improved, they will be gratefully accepted. Thank you.