Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Rivulets of fine rope

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Eleven Dresses

1
Wheat with cobalt trim, open
at the back so that shoulders might
find the cloudbreak’s brief caress.

2
Burgundy accented with copper thread,
twisted like rivulets of fine rope; a way
down from such prisons of station.

3
Flaxen as bronzing maize, where
a glint of red hair might race
fire through the mad fields.

4
Olive flecked mute with lapis, soft
for the restless covers of hard books
amid stonebeds that arrive like chariots.

5
Silence is the mantra black, when
everything loses itself to the unkept
promise that took the sun with it.

6
Shadows throw gingham lace wildly
across the buckboard; spring burns
a blue that will blaze through winter.

7
Hound and wind’s tooth interlace
like unlocked lovers; moors break
banshees in mist along the heath.

8
Silks skirt the velvet draw of summer,
trims the budding laughter like a taut sail;
there will be time for missing all this later.

9
Denim frays the fringe that barns the hay;
tangled in the scent that spoke animal
when the rainswollen doors were left ajar.


10
Corduroy ribbed in a thousand currents,
each line an oath sworn navy to the sea;
pacing the thirty year wait to the deckbones.

11
Topaz spun in amber, the seize of perfect fabrics
sanctify the touch that bore the fingers; senses
teach what has been taken and what will not remain.


Joseph Gallo
August 21, 2006


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2 Comments:

Blogger ankhara99 parried...

This is lovely, Joseph. Just lovely. Simply wonderful. In some strange way it satisfied my incessantly tactile nature. Thank you.

August 22, 2006 4:53 PM  
Blogger joseph parried...

Feelings
Nothing more than feelings...


Glad you like it.
No idea where it came from.
However:

I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees...

August 22, 2006 8:19 PM  

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