The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 5/17/09

[BlueIris]

"The King Likes the Sun"

Few of the ones he granted requested
the invention. He didn't overlook it.
He wasn't able to overlook it.
It opens like a patch. The empire
condenses and softens. First
there are calluses. Then the wrap
goes numb. The smell of pavement starts
to boil. The pole obtains azure,
water's dark surface. Someone from afar
leaps, as an animal would fall
from a roof. He uses his arms to seize.
The pole bends. Icicles
sizzle in the sun, are noted.
The little bird pecks up the nest.

~Tomaz Salamun

[RetroLounge]

1. Huh

:shrug:

RL

[BlueIris]

2. Yeah. A lot of his poems provoke that reaction in me.

But I keep reading them anyway. He has a curious effect on me.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

3. double your pleasure. double your fun.

I think perhaps you posted 2 poems in One:)

:shrug:

[BlueIris]

4. I think I did, too.

This one operates on a least two levels. Which is great, but also:

:silly:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

5. My dear BlueIris...

What on earth was he getting at?

My brain just turns to mush at poems like this...

:shrug: