Poetry Thursday: Crouching Poems
I was working on a poem this week but it did not come to fruition. I decided to unearth an old attempt at a love poem from many years ago.
She fell in love with a deaf boy
and finger-spelled her way
across empty space
her thumbnail pulling knots
from his flailing heart
gently scrawling sounds
from lip to ear
in the curve of her palm
words
recklessly tumble
into his lap as she
spells Bach and jazz
across his chest
they sing
for the poems
crouching
in the hollow
of his
ear
She fell in love with a deaf boy
and finger-spelled her way
across empty space
her thumbnail pulling knots
from his flailing heart
gently scrawling sounds
from lip to ear
in the curve of her palm
words
recklessly tumble
into his lap as she
spells Bach and jazz
across his chest
they sing
for the poems
crouching
in the hollow
of his
ear
posted by Emily at 8:40 AM
10 Comments:
em
i just returned to your blog after much absence. this is absolutely beautiful, the sound the form, the expression. i love so much reading your words. i love you!
sigh...
"finger-spelled her way across empty space"
"poems crouching in the hollow of his ear"
This is really nice, lots of great images, unusual ideas. I also like the way the lines get shorter as the poem draws to its conclusion.
No, not sexy hot, but sensual and beautiful. I like how the curves and hollows become full of words, of sharing.
Ooh what a lovely concept. I especially like "they sing
for the poems
crouching
in the hollow
of his
ear"
Very nice...
a beautiful poem... it was like she was crocheting a connection with her hands
i remember this one. :) it still reads beautifully.
"finger-spelled her way across empty space"
What a wonderful image in a fantastic poem. So economical, even the form is working for the words.
Yet another GOOD piece of writing. How DO you do it? :) I can see the girl and her deaf boy in my mind. Beautiful teenagers. Sigh, how can he not be in love with her?
This is a lovely poem.
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