Experimental Poetry
Every poem experiments—
attempting tessellation of nouns and verbs
from sedimentary language
in a search for something
crystalline and faceted
that might refract the given light
in rainbows of colors
hidden in the ordinary day.
It's possible but not routine.
Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
and will not shine or even form
an ashtray regardless of the ways
one wets and blends and frantically
rearranges dull, recalcitrant particles.
The sad brick crumbles as it dries.
attempting tessellation of nouns and verbs
from sedimentary language
in a search for something
crystalline and faceted
that might refract the given light
in rainbows of colors
hidden in the ordinary day.
It's possible but not routine.
Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
and will not shine or even form
an ashtray regardless of the ways
one wets and blends and frantically
rearranges dull, recalcitrant particles.
The sad brick crumbles as it dries.
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#9 for Napomo 15
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Happens with fiction too.*
"Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
and will not shine or even form
an ashtray regardless of the ways
one wets and blends and frantically
rearranges dull, recalcitrant particles."
This is a good piece, Gary. The last line is perfect.
"Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt" - a lesson an artist in any medium must learn. I agree with Sam about the last line.
So great. I feel a little better about the whole writing enterprise. It just does not all glow, for sure.
...and tessellation is one terrific word to remember. And I. too, concur with Sam's assessment of the last line. *
Thank you,
Amanda,
Sam,
Sara,
Angela,
and Matt.