Reconceiving the Resurrected
by Bill Yarrow
among and begin
bouquets
cemetery clouds
cricket(s)
dead death
dust
earth everything
falls (fingers)
from fury
graveyard gusts
half head
hollow
in indifferent
is its
lift light
lights
master motion
moon move
of on
one over
paths people
pond
rain raises
relents
rotting rushes
set shadow
silent
soil sounds
stench
stones stroke
swell
the their
these
through to
velvet weaves
webs weep
wet wind
wing with
a all
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in rIgor mort.US in April 2012.
Re-mixed words (with duplicates avoided) from my poem "The Sounds of Light."
Thanks, Eryk Wenziak and Joseph Quintela.
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Great variation on the abecedarian. I like the sounds, Bill - and the form. Yes. *
And all those W's at the end. At first I thought you were sending out my grade slip. *
Impressive.
"stench
stones stroke
swell" and
"velvet weaves
webs weep" really resonate with me. They all add up beautifully.*
An experiment in the aleatory. Grateful for your kind comments, Sam, Jake, and Emily!
Wow that looked like a great challenge, Bill. I also very much like the title.
This section here's my favorite:
rotting rushes
set shadow
silent
soil sounds
stench
stones stroke
swell
the their
these
Thanks, Michelle!