this skimmed-milk faith
glowing a bit, a movie-god’s halo
(but blue-white, LED, not incandescent)
trembling near nightfall
under sudden river-ice
*
and the reason we want a plot
a cheer-heart resolution
to this hapless wandering
(eat, sleep, cry)—who is writing
your story with its cast of millions
cross-referenced, pronunciation guide
at the end?
*
when we stood, this close
to touching a beauty hauled round
up-horizon, the glow you would know
for all its pits and crags
until you woke again
and lost it
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What truly vivid imagery this poem has and so much of it. Very rich. And stark.
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Thank you, Claudia. I’m afraid my brain was trying to go on too many tracks at once. 🙂
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I don’t think so. I think it reads like chapters working together for a common overall theme, but also can stand alone. I like it a lot.
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Thank you.
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the first line presents a strong metaphor. and yes, we want to be able to have faith but it is elusive, isn’t it?
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I feel my faith is definitely thin at the moment. Thanks for your comment.
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This is beautiful, but it makes me feel so sad.
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Oh, dear. Could it just be melancholy in a good way? 😉
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Sorry, it made me sad. I did say it was beautiful though. 🙂
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I took the liberty of beginning each stanza with the title. They all pulled together so beautifully. A lot to like here, but ‘skimmed-milk faith’ offers so many different cynical opportunities! All very nice.
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I like that! I read the title into the first stanza myself, but not the others. Cool. Thank you for that insight.
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