this is me
clutching air
not knowing
what to do with it
holding my breath
as if to examine it
in a petri dish
it
being this life
like a delicate jelly fish
moving in the water
barely perceptible
until it stings
growing
out of nowhere
without boundaries
if not
for my little experiment
under glass
this is me
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Re: this is me
here:
holding my breath
as if to examine it
in a petri dish
it
being this life
like a delicate jelly fish
as:
holding my breath
as if to examine it
in a petri dish
this life delicate
like a jelly fish
esp liked, and suggesting the echo I heard:
moving in the water
barely perceptible
until it stings (like a spider bite)
and liked:
growing
out of nowhere
and not knowing boundaries
suggesting:
if not
for my little expedition
under glass
the poem could be read as an ars poetica - a poem about poetry/creativity - here, specifically about the development of a poem- the poem-in-process
A. R. Ammons' poem "Poetics" comes to mind:
I look for the way
things will turn
out spiralling from a center,
the shape
things will take to come forth in
so that the birch tree white
touched black at branches
will stand out
wind-glittering
totally its apparent self:
I look for the forms
things want to come as
from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:
not the shape on paper -- though
that, too -- but the
uninterfering means on paper:
not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours.
Michael (MV)
holding my breath
as if to examine it
in a petri dish
it
being this life
like a delicate jelly fish
as:
holding my breath
as if to examine it
in a petri dish
this life delicate
like a jelly fish
esp liked, and suggesting the echo I heard:
moving in the water
barely perceptible
until it stings (like a spider bite)
and liked:
growing
out of nowhere
and not knowing boundaries
suggesting:
if not
for my little expedition
under glass
the poem could be read as an ars poetica - a poem about poetry/creativity - here, specifically about the development of a poem- the poem-in-process
A. R. Ammons' poem "Poetics" comes to mind:
I look for the way
things will turn
out spiralling from a center,
the shape
things will take to come forth in
so that the birch tree white
touched black at branches
will stand out
wind-glittering
totally its apparent self:
I look for the forms
things want to come as
from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:
not the shape on paper -- though
that, too -- but the
uninterfering means on paper:
not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours.
Michael (MV)