Unfinished forms

The turned ankle
at this angle
a jaw line, the hip
parabola evocative of
obtuse angles and petals-
or leaves could be open
to holding light in colors

the movement blends
on the page, the note
hangs on the sheet-

precarious-
ly awaiting harmony
of echoes like blur and hum
where sound escapes crashing
into narrow canals, omitting any
consonants collected in the
folded corners

melt and fade under the sun
goldenrods spearing silver weeds-
maybe shadows will go there
and settle in

to stretching the fibers
into a conversation with object
and subject
interrupted by
chime and shape
to fit in

the picture would never

what it was
only what could be.





Image by John Singer Sargent, Study of Mme Gautreau c. 1884 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Around noun

This is the thing,
I cannot finish a single-
Here's the other-
I understand that I am needed, required even
to do that-

Elsewhere,
I was looking for that thing,
behind me,
remind me, what was I seeking?
What was our-
did we love each other?

There is some-
          he wants to say
          that is coming
          that is waiting...
So I am left
I put one word after the period,
begin again
and see no-




Painting by Domenico Remps, 'Cabinet of curiosities' c. 1690 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

deFragment(ation)

not late enough

to start now

the sky periwinks

lashes brush over

lids lay overwhelmed

in light shades

I am all melted 

matter that moves

and thinks not 

in solid states

no thing

could hold me here

for more

than one may take

away for another

day

un finished...

Painting by Wassily Kandinsky, Mouvement (1935) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

The story goes...

Loose ends and what-nots

(for now)

                  Left out

An antennae for articulation

Feelers for the unfinished

Business                

               of this

                          Busy-ness

Buried in

Piles of slush

Blue bergs on my shoulder

                          Peeking like turtles,

the Titles only protrude embossed edges.

Forensically, youth is represented by shades of Green.

Golden leaf mulched for hi-res imagining

And this

is precisely why

                          Starting only feels new once

Again like re-occurring recurring

serial coincidence becomes easier to predict.

     Like weather

once

(in a while)

upon

and the ending never comes after-

a Time

Happily.

Image in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, State Library of Queensland.