“Shaped”
Stand open, held
In a gust, a breath
Spitting rusted flakes
Of spotted trees bark
A swift dotting
Stings with surprise
And soon I tear,
My body washing itself
I smile, knowing
I can take care
On my own
If I need
Turning outside myself,
For a moment, to trace
“"In making the handle
Of an axe
By cutting wood with an axe
The model is indeed near at hand."
With helve coalesced
From cleaved hickory
I follow the cycle
Knowing I,
Cleft and stitch,
The selfsame.
6 comments:
i like that a lot. I'm not really a critic, especially of poetry, but your words strike up some fine imagery.
good luck with your school stuff, I'm also mad busy, i gotta make up an animal and design its nervous system by this thursday, but that's not really the kind of stuff posted here haha.
-Lt
haha take a picture of it and post up what the nervous system looks like. thats a pretty crazy assignment, whats your made up animal? And thanks for the imagery compliment. I've been trying to work at strengthening that.
kt
its basically a leech, because they have relatively simple nervous systems, but then it flies to reproduce, and it makes spores that float around, like those helicopter type things from trees, so the offspring are spread out over a bigger area. im calling it a fleech.
thats pretty sweet. flying leeches. make them giant flying leeches, and then unleash one on your class.
kt
damn, watson i'd like to see that too thats pretty damn creative, throw it up here on ye ole blog , it is what this is all about "creativity of our fellow brother and sisters"
as for your poem kt (not to be confused with katie) i dig it i like how in the middle of your poem you quote someone quoting someone else i think thats pretty radtacular
yeah the wooden axe handle reference is pretty much on point
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