Wednesday, July 6, 2011

the art of autonomy.

muffled words are caught, a cappella

monochromatic accord, the background rush

of dying high prairie grasses

the insects hum nomadic echoes

through the expanse of vacant space

behind the house

in the ear drum, in the mind’s tired eye

discussions and denotations

of broken insight

a moment free from gray contemplation

the curse of intuitive impulse, the unspoken commands

symbiotic attachment fraught with weight

the burden of neglected back stories

solace in the quiet sky

the acrimony of cyclical loss

this conversation becomes art

poetry is the memory

of her face turning away

the image of a sunrise reflecting on the hood

at the corner of College and Main

the train sounding at 3:00 a.m.

with ice clinking in a glass

and no visible summit

just a song through the speakers

and layers hidden under paint

© july 2011 heather brager

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