Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Really Almost More of a Poem Fragment


Thoughts Like Shoving My Finger in a Pencil Sharpener
They take root
Clutching my pelvic floor
Extending upward
And outward
Stretching past my fingertips
And branching into the air
As I wave my arms
Desperately to sever
Every creeping tendril
Forming an intoxicating canopy
Like a willow weeping over me

1 comment:

  1. I don't know if this was intended, but the imagery of 'outward' fingertips and branching, waving arms makes me think of a tree, and then you have that last line and it felt super well tied together.
    The way you phrased "Like a willow weeping over me", is just.. really good to me.

    I like your space background. But the resolution is kinda blurry.

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