10/23/05
Those of you who visited my blog before I left probably remember that I posted numerous “poems.” I hope to eventually republish some selected ones. One of the poems was entitled “Light Catcher.” Well… I woke up this morning to “ I separated grains of sand with my tongue” a line that stayed in my head throughout the day. I have no idea where it came from but I needed to finish the thought; “Light Catcher:#2 is the result.
Light Catcher: #2
As I separated the grains of sand with my tongue
I categorized each shape according to the hole it fit into;
Saliva, bonding each grain like mortar,
Erecting the house that shaped my life.
While lying…
Face down
On the beach.
Light Catcher: #2
As I separated the grains of sand with my tongue
I categorized each shape according to the hole it fit into;
Saliva, bonding each grain like mortar,
Erecting the house that shaped my life.
While lying…
Face down
On the beach.
posted by Lhombre at 8:59 PM
7 Comments:
What an incredibly gritty and tactile image, grains of sand on the tongue, and separating them, and building the house that shaped your life... I like the way the images in their surreality pile on each other and yet slip away too.
Thanks Brennda. I haven't written anything in quite some time. A few things in Spain but I've been pretty much focused on other things. So thanks for the comment. I appreciate it.
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I agree with Brenda!
Hey, thanks Richard! I can't believe I'm hearing that word "surreal" again! What was in that water in Spain?
Just good old Vichy Catalan.
Hey! I forgot about the Vichy! Your right mi hermano!
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