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Sometimes (In the Unclair de Lune)

I would cut,
if I could, that thin
skin within my

eardrums that timpanies
your call; vibrates voice into
promise; gloms meaning,

or what I
would mean, onto your throat’s
notes; devoting my

all to the
carve; then, later, to the
stitching back as

your face grave,
but silently uncomprehending, as even
the moved-close moon

in an ellipsis
skewed my way, shines light
to sew by.

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Still a bit under the weather here, but posting the above draft poem, a would-be Collom Lune, for Samuel Peralta’s prompt on dVerse Poets Pub’s Form For All.  It’s a word count form developed by Jack Collom. (I call it a draft in part because I’ve been switching the last “shines” from “shone” and back again.)  Check out Sam’s very interesting article, and if you have a moment in this new year, check out my books!  

Poetry, GOING ON SOMEWHERE, (by Karin Gustafson, illustrated by Diana Barco). 1 Mississippi -counting book for lovers of rivers, light and pachyderms, or Nose Dive. Nose Dive is available on Kindle for just 99 cents!