Stuttering Like Beach Glass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This here, was my orphanage

Of pure possibility, it didn’t leave a trace

As I ventured back into

The calamity of words

 

My fingers did not know

The words that I would

Etch into the tilt of white

That was part of the furious beauty

 

Of why sheltered and searching

I kept on, like a plodding animal

In chase of alphabets

I knew there was no possessing

 

The reef-bell in me clattered

In familiar cadence

A never balanced institution

Of quartz-to-my nasel vowels

 

It didn’t last too long

I was suffused with Impermanence

Like a treble monotone

To the musician shipwrecked

 

Without a lyre, we always make do

And that’s just how it goes

I can’t envision anything else

Maybe that’s why I permutate novelty

 

Bouncing of a thousand authors

They must have left something

Of the shuffling millenniums

Worthy to salvage

 

Some blurred amethyst

Of an imitation-worthy Origin.  

Reviews

[Nao Deguchi]

Hi Robin, this poem was layered a bit like your last poem was, thanks.

[Robin]

Poetry direct from the heart of the Poet . you leads us to the water's edge a fair warning to escape the perils of outlying reefs and gnashing waves , to set shore to find those gems to treasure , hidden in the temporal sands of the imagination.