by Eryk Wenziak
mour
nin
g
i was
alone
leaves
crashe
d like
yellow
boulde
rs i was
alone that
mor
nin
g
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A short lyric poem originally published in Short, Fast, and Deadly and Long River Run.
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I enjoy the content of this strangely laid out poe(m), Eryk! Playful, yet dark, the imagery in the midst of the title and double message opening and closing of aloneness, left me with strong feelings.
To ponder: would crash-ing (versus crashed) be more in unison with mourning and morning? Not sure, just a consideration.
Either way, a fave.
I like this, Eryk. I think you knew I'd say that!
Robert makes an interesting point above, but I think I like "crashed" as a more direct and "finalized" past-tense image. "Mourning" is, I suppose, present tense; but I tend to read the title as saying "(regarding) mourning" -- so, I think it works out fine.
Thanks, guys, for your input. Hearing comments from both perspectives really helps.