Sunday, April 5, 2020

poetry form week 38: Qasidatown



inspired by ren powell,   we deduce a poetry from as it is,
all pure great sense making through Poemeleon


example of  Qasidatown


And this
garden
a
half-gesture
the
smooth-stiff coat of newborn
morning wet
clings to a neigh
The broad
touch of maple leaves
falls on my
shoulders
           russet coaxing
(from
“Mingo Oak”)
He left a
razor in the soap dish
          a slick
poltergeist
          a festering
splinter
          a red and white exit sign


a different approach to Qasidatown


Tomorrowl and has new attractions
though everything is still a shiny plastic
with sticky finger touch and mouth and
hips
and handrails hot then cold through
every shadow
That day I stood beside the
ticket-taker
and watched the people in the plastic
cars
as some climbed out and others took
their places
the cars would spin but never stop or
slow
Like luggage on a banded carousel
the people disappeared behind a wall
but reappeared inside a glass-like
tube
that tapered into shrinking into
snowflakes

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