Shadows of the World

Fingers fashion fictive forms
with a mirror wrapped in rust.
After salty sable storms
her lovely face collects fine dust.

With a mirror wrapped in rust,
she spies an arresting reddish road.
Her lovely face collects fine dust;
Her heavy heart is bleakly bowed.

She spies an arresting reddish road;
Such a mighty majestic knight!
Her heavy heart is bleakly bowed.
in a fearful feverish fright.

Such a mighty majestic knight,
after salty sable storms!
In a fearful feverish fright,
fingers fashion fictive forms.

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When the Watch Stopped/10:16pm

I ache alone in this room,
reflecting on your flight.
Spring is now in blissful bloom;
flowers feast on lofty light.

Reflecting on your flight,
shadows pass o’er my face.
Flowers feast on lofty light;
I swear away prayers of grace.

Shadows pass o’er my face.
Wise eyes are wet with woe.
I swear away prayers of grace,
underneath a lamplight’s glow.

Wise eyes are wet with woe.
Spring is now in blissful bloom.
Underneath a lamplight’s glow,
I ache alone in this room.

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This is the last in a series of three pantoums that were inspired by discarded watches which I found in my apartment’s communal glass recycling bin.  I selected three from the bunch that I found to be visually interesting, and then wrote poems about what was occurring when each of the watches stopped running.

When the Watch Stopped/10:02am

On a mild morn in May
her fists festoon this action.
Since I cannot flee the fray,
courage seeks some traction.

Her fists festoon this action;
insults wound a thistle heart.
Courage seeks some traction,
for in a second, war shall start.

Insults wound a thistle heart;
fingers mingle in dank dirt,
for in a second war shall start;
soft soil now accosts my skirt.

Fingers mingle in dank dirt,
since I cannot flee the fray.
Soft soil now accosts my skirt
on a mild morn in May.

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When the Watch Stopped/7:17pm

Sticky mouths are free from care,
digesting frozen fries and beer
before they bellow like a bear
for the team that they hold dear.

Digesting frozen fries and beer
while blazing blue and vivid white
for the team that they hold dear
beneath a sun so bold and bright.

While blazing blue and vivid white
sweat slides down from nose to chin,
beneath a sun so bold and bright
hoping that their Yanks will win.

Sweat slides down from nose to chin,
before they bellow like a bear.
Hoping that their Yanks will win,
sticky mouths are free from care.

 

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