Thanks for taking a look guys - got anything of your own? I know there are bound to be at least a few more folks out there with some creative spark, ya shouldn't be shy. Are we really as risk-averse as Eben says? (I'd like to think no) Take a risk, let someone see a different side of ya!
I finished another poem recently. Take a look.
A Plastic Bag Was
A plastic bag was
buffeted, blown, and
inextricably enveloped
in the clear;
that white shining soared,
awash in the air, empty
of anything's absence.
It rose, riffling in the cold
current, carried high
its shadow, drifting
small on a red-brick wall.
Inundated in sky it slit
that building-bounded blue,
slid and spun, engulfed
in eddies and enticing.
It will flex, bend, swell
with the wind's rising
- rolling hollows heave,
engorged in the waxing
flow that fails - then,
lolling and pellucid,
edify in its ebbing
and end. Embraced,
entangled in angled limbs
of backlit bark and bone.
It will lose its luster, become
bleached, tattered, fade.
Hanging in the branches
of some silhouette while
the shadows seep, and spread,
and are obscured
in light's leaving.
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