CIRCLE & TRIANGLE
Breathe
J.B. Rowell
poem is written to fill
this space
comes sputtering forth
in fits and spurts
becomes whole somehow
circular because
everything wants to be a circle
rounds upon itself tentatively
filling until
full until the only
choice is rupture
air retreats to corners
* * *
Busy weekend here in the Triangle:
Friday
Saturday
J.B. Rowell
poem is written to fill
this space
comes sputtering forth
in fits and spurts
becomes whole somehow
circular because
everything wants to be a circle
rounds upon itself tentatively
filling until
full until the only
choice is rupture
air retreats to corners
* * *
Busy weekend here in the Triangle:
Friday
Saturday
posted by J.B. Rowell at 5:09 PM
2 Comments:
"air retreats to corners" love it!!
Thanks Pat - I've been stuck on the thought that "everything wants to be a circle" and have tried to write two poems about it - I'm not sure if I'm there yet . . .
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