Wednesday, March 20, 2013

This







This



What's more of me than this,
what 's left of me but age,
blue lines on white page
pushing blank to bloom?

No one will know me
better than paper,
paper that grows me
its wishes of vapor.

There's no trusting what's
made from skin and desire;
there's no fear very real
for paper but fire.



~March 2013














Images:Blue Amaryllis,  Amaryllis, © joyannjones


11 comments:

  1. i dunno...if i was paper i may fear some people pens....ha...nice...enchanting rhyme/rhythm in this...paper is a little easier to trust as all it asks is to be used you know...and knows us well as we give it what is inside us...

    good to see you friend..

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  2. I love the deceptive simplicity of this. That last stanza kills.

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  3. Love this. Just terrific. There's a wonderful continuity here--from blank to bloom to what grows you--in the first two stanzas -- and then the skin and desire so interesting, so much less trustworthy and devious than the blank/blooming page. (Very cool.) What one wants to put one's head against and in - the good all notebook. Then to me an element of fire accompanying all that skin/vapor/and desire--watch out page. Great sound too. k.

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  4. This" is a wonderfully transparent work--revealing much of the poet. The middle stanza, describing how writers communicate not only with others, but with themselves, is so intelligent and artful--at the same time! Not so easy a combination to accomplish. The middle also gives a balancing energy to the lead-in and exit verses, a slight personal pause between the images and ideas of the others. I like this one a great deal. A fine distillation of the attraction of the blank page.

    Steve

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  5. This speaks of the poet, the poetry, the inspiration and the motivation to continue, or perhaps compulsion, in the face of age, the fears that one may cease to be before the gleaning pen...Nothing to fear but obliteration itself.

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    1. Yes, motivation or compulsion, there doesn't seem to be a lot of choice about it, does there?

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  6. No one knows us better than paper, for certain, Joy. We write to show that we were here. Keep doing it. I love your work!

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  7. Wow. Age/maturity are sexy. I love the 'pushing blank to bloom' and that telling middle stanza especially. Your close brought the song 'Paper in Fire' by Mellencamp to my mind. Awesome work hedge.

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