As/Is

1.27.2006

A Thousand Places to Die

"Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on,
testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade...
Who cares that he fell back to the sea?"
(Anne Sexton)

The evening wore
a blue jacket. Your voice
dressed itself
for a long journey.

There are a thousand
places to die. You chose
the sea because
it remembered you.

A dead bird, fallen
from eternal flight;
a small capsized body-
the secret of its search.

Wings moved
air, carried grief
through bones
of yearning...

traced lines
of the missing
piece as if
you had known it.

You kept yourself
indifferent; the mystery
of interrupted light ...
blind falcon

at the end
of your fragile
bindings-

set sail.

posted by Rachel Phillips on Friday, January 27, 2006

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You've done it again. Great. Listen, I think I've asked you before, do you have a website or chaps available?

# posted by  Nobius on 4:12 AM

 

Thank you Nobius. I am trying to
to be less HEAVY and obvious in philosophical content but it don't come easy! Also, I hope I am not
clogging up the creative space as
I am a bit too prolific. Sorry!
I really do hope to see more of others works here!
The blog is Outlasting Moths btw.
Thanks again.

# posted by  Rachel Phillips on 5:44 PM

 

You post all you want, we love your work. I added your blog to my rss reader and I'll have to link to you on my site next time I update.

# posted by  Nobius on 5:34 PM

 

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