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In The Tank
In the tank, watching
the last foam ascend,
no rockets from
this wet womb, nothing
left but the sinking
still
the spirit seed
warm-curled in rainsilk, is
a spark self-shielded,
a voice unheeded
untrained but turning, a
desire piercing
paper-dead husk
with green.
The birth cord was tangled,
the roots softly angled,
a woven squared circle
of sticky heartweb.
There in that secret
float of penumbra
I felt you move.
I felt myself
blowing, unwrapped and golden,
in the tears of the sun.
November 2020
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Images: Artist and title unknown, manipulated, via internet, Fair Use
Seedling ©2017, joyannjones
Beautiful as always. Just what wanted to read today. And the last stanza...
ReplyDeleteDear Joy, sometimes all it takes is a spark, the desire ... a bit of golden sun. We will get there. Love the photo manipulation!!! Perfect.
ReplyDeleteThis is deep and gorgeous Joy, but my favorite stanza is the second! What you did with the image is so cool!!
ReplyDeleteSigh. Utterly gorgeous, especially your closing stanza. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteLove the way you shifted the image and the poem itself was a marvel of imagery.
ReplyDeleteSo much amazing language birthed: "no rockets from / this wet womb" The in the shift from "in the tank" to being the vessel, the feeling of motion that kicked from the very first lines. We feel your golden light, even with "the woven squared circle" choking off lifeblood.
ReplyDeleteI love everything about this. I love "rainsilk". I love the persistence of life. I love the structure you have used and the rhymes. I love it all, dear BFF.
ReplyDeleteblowing, unwrapped and golden,
ReplyDeletein the tears of the sun.
Beautiful close Joy! Must be cold in there to bring tears to the hot sun
Hank
Beautiful... So many lines I love especially the second stanza and the ending.
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing and I love the changed image.
ReplyDeletewhat a final stanza ~
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