A Poem by Jon Mahaffie

This thatch of javelins
with twenty-waisted torsoes,
is jade gossip grown in
minutes, vintages by inch,

tribal banded in crosscut sun.
Warbelted and straight-backed,
they relay orders in a tongue of rustles.
Grasped at snap points, they're seized 

when young: columns of canine 
teeth filed in triangles by hewing hands,
to be flicked in a whistle through 
jugular fields, these plant blades,

or stood, screwed down, groundwork
for frames, a fixture in forefronts, 
orthodontic as a door, alert as 
grass, a bush, a tree, but never let be.

© 2017 Jon Mahaffie

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An exceptional write demonstrating a great gift for blending words in poetry....just a joy to read and reread!

Posted 4 Years Ago

Aw dude then I read it with the title, placed in context, loooove that, it's like suddenly hearing a different language, and understanding every word. Alien mind meld as the frame, the context of everything you write plain pictures of the different lives and looks and metaphors of the bamboo. Looooove.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Oh s**t, master mixer extraordinaire! What kind of rhyme scheme you travelin on these days!? Wow! So inspiring bro! Gotta read that again like three times try to metabolize yo sneaky rhymes!

As always, so solid, such substance. Condensed and potent and well curated. That hasn't changed.

I'll leave you a review about the content after a few more reads. Is your other new work layered as this? So exciting!

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on February 7, 2015
Last Updated on September 5, 2017


Jon Mahaffie
Jon Mahaffie

Seattle, Central Coast, Isle Of Man

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