Visual Verse

A word in my poem at this month’s Visual Verse has somehow gone missing so here is the poem in its entirety.

 Study in Black

                        Grief-eye
dark as the world's mirror
fastened in a parcel of bones and velvet.

                        Yesterday
the air was winged
and the field shuffled its grasses in the wind.

Hooves tore up the shadows
until the light became a voice.

                        Today
everything is a zoomed-in stillness
where all life is black-rooted/

black-bloomed
       as one glossy sorrow.
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2 thoughts on “Visual Verse

  1. “and the field shuffled its grasses in the wind” one breathing line from a deep breath of a poem. it is a glistening obsidian, dark as the world’s mirror which you have so breathtakingly said.
    like holding a kite wire in a storm, the electricity of your deep meaning travels that taut wire. brava as always.

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