in this corner it looks like
order, the table
and the ladder meant to be together
guarding a four-legged uncle,
maybe, who collects lamps
and isn’t as gloomy as he pretends.
The salt shaker on a bench, the tin
cup and apple on the cement floor
have the sense of fatedness
lovers long for:
even quirks aligned into a plan.
[photo by Bernard Voïta]
4 comments:
i like! i was going to ask about have vs. has but you already changed it by the time i came to comment. actually come to think of it you changed the last line. i'm not sure the last line as it stands reflects the photo, though; the photo depicts ordinary objects arranged in quirky ways. the final line you had before reflects that better, about quirks. i hope you've written more than this in the last month or so masie - i will be storming your notebooks.
I switched it back to quirks. Originally I meant it as a way to tie the uncle in, then thought I should concentrate more on the lovers at the end. But quirks does work for both, and like you said better refers to the picture, so thanks!
Yep, I have been writing almost every day. Mostly unfinished things that are bothering me. You are writing as well, and sounding like Kay Ryan in the best possible way.
I like your poems
But YOU ARE NOT WRITING FICTION
I AM TOO
a little.
okay, very little.
but I have an idea now! An idea I like.
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