The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/19/08

[BlueIris]

—from "Air for Mercury"

                 IV.

Oracles, iron, the misuse of fire
under the young earth, and this

business of being infinitely swept up
in possibility so when you put

you hand down on something white
you noticed that detail, punctuated by

luckless forms.  But night had been
deployed:  see-through parts of the moon:

lace, anima mundi; and weren't there
two forevers, words and space, between

which more experience might ride, unencumbered?
You were supposed to tell them

what they'd missed; they'd read your
logics, your letters.  So little space

between your letters, the words couldn't
easily air themselves.  Remember going back

and forth between the rooms?  Blue,
green; the wings had been adjusted.

You were meant to take black
netting off a face or two.  Take

something.  Passion brought you
here; passion will save you.

—Brenda Hillman

[BlueIris]

1. ACK! Typos bad. Repost without hideous typos here:

—from "Air for Mercury"

                 IV.
 
Oracles, iron, the misuse of fire
under the young earth, and this

business of being infinitely swept up
in possibility so when you put

your hand down on something white
you noticed that detail, punctuated by

luckless forms.  But night had been
deployed:  see-through parts of the moon:

lace, anima mundi; and weren't there
two forevers, words and space, between

which more experience might ride, unencumbered?
You were supposed to tell them

what they'd missed; they'd read your
logics, your letters.  So little space

between your letters, the words couldn't
easily air themselves.  Remember going back

and forth between the rooms?  Blue,
green; the wings had been adjusted.

You were meant to take black
netting off a face or two.  Take

something.  Passion brought you
here; passion will save you.

—Brenda Hillman

[wisteria]

2. Very nice. n/t

[BlueIris]

3. Awwww. Thanks.

It's nice to get a comment on these now and then.