by jd4george
and a very interesting idea..
and ummmmmm
"spinning on my wood"
yeah
Thank you
I could feel its slippery form in my grip as I read-- quite an achievement, JD4G. I was waiting for a pygmalion reference from you!
"Mould": a nod to your Canadian neighbors?
Your poem roams over a lot of territory, but you have fine control and it works--as with most of what I read by you--really really well. lol.
And I vote for "tectonic raptures" as phrase of the day? week? month? I dunno. I really like it. :)
this is wonderfully in control and out-of-control at the same time / so many great lines /
this:
drawing the world out of primordial mass
like the cosmos coaxing sin
and:
the embryo flowed beneath my thumbs
gaining symmetry as mountains disappeared
and chasms bubbled magma
mass moving in tectonic rapture
and:
clavicles spreading in galactic mist
like Eve opening her thighs
awaiting the placement of the rib
that last image is outrageously great.