poem: plenty save
vicar reruns,the slithy hedge,
feral implants:
carving the neutral ground
out of plenty:
save the day
(and carve it, too),
the giants will
have their every
which way
before you can tender
your best offer:
creekside salvation
as an open book.
Labels: vespers
posted by murat11 at 5:52 PM
6 Comments:
"creekside salvation as an open book" - gave me a sense of peace that was badly needed after this week. Thank goodness it's a long weekend! I say let the huge rats nibble away. I'm going down to that creek!
Creekside does sound awfully good, don't it? We're headed to Pedernales Falls in the hill country tomorrow. River tumbling through limestone canyon - aaaah.
It was a surprisingly peaceful finish to slithy hedges, feral implants, and being smushed by giants having their way. Hope your Memorial Day weekend is a good one!
Something about all those v's, the inverted v of the fading road, my automatic association of vicar with vice, and the 1-2-3 punch of slithy/feral/carve registered as something more divisive in spirit: was relieved to arrive at your best offer, the cool water of a creekside salvation, the generosity of a tender heart.
Glad to hear you get to enjoy your own bit of creekside salvation tomorrow!
Never been there so I googled images. Looks wonderful - have a great weekend!
Teresa and Anno: This poem ended - registered its ending - in a different place than I expected (and even planned). I thought I was vicaring that creekside with something akin to a Swaggart "salvation," but that's clearly not what came through. No matter how much I try to twist those last two lines into twistedness, they won't bite.
Dee: It's quite beautiful, and that river coming down just roars.
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