Excess

Excess

Wind and light write their absurdist script

on the wall while birds get lost

in the quivering calligraphy of reflections

and transparent lizards dart

green transparency

in and out my consciousness

imbued

with the white explosion

of the sun

so white it hurts

it pierces the silence of shade

and roots and the soft conversation

of leaves brushing emerald opulence

against branches

and there in drifting coruscations

between eyeblinks

I feel a weaver with radiant hands

ready to undo  clusters of time.

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NaPo at PFFAMonthly Poetry Madness

Comments

[Helm]

Good to read new poems by you, both here and at NaPo.

[Jim Murdoch]

I'm normally a defender of longer sentences but I found it hard to keep all of this in my head. Could I suggest a full top after "so white it hurts"?

[Paula]

Hi Helm, thanks, but you, too, should take part in it.

Jim, this was thought and created without punctuation, but a longer pause there could be introduced with a dash, or double dash.Thank you.