I ache - craned my neck to watch you loop your plane
Flourishing jet spun gasps, decorating red plumes
Above me across blueness, your synchronised bravado
In formation, and I imagine you as dashing, Roman - nosed,
Face flinty and laughing out recklessness.
The fortune teller runs stubby, ring-looped fingers
Across the furrows of my anxious, thrusting palm
And she can see lines and a mound of Venus that signify
Everything, that mysteriously unfold as a ‘To do’ list
Of little; sit back, wait, and it will come to you.
And I sit back, and I seem to wait in cycles ever looping
I am glazing over with chessboard pattern repetition
Like binary, the same thing said, the same event rewound -
Replayed, a tune to hum as I become this armchair romantic,
You are airborne and I look for you flashing on arrival boards.
In moments overrun with doubt – you are out of the loop
Perhaps. The universe may be conspiring against us
Or the Fates are or the fortune teller is OR the universe, the Fates
AND the fortune teller are all in this together, Pen hovers
Over the tick box of you. Yes, sit back, wait, and it will come to me.
Comments
LawOfTheOne | March 16, 2008 - 03:02
Hey. I liked this. The last stanza especially capture the inpiration point. I had a go at the theme/idea put up too, check it out.
littleditty | March 17, 2008 - 14:41
I really like this, and the others of yours that i have read -with this one i saw the Tarot in the background, but that may just be because im writing with them at the mo -i loved the images in this narrative piece -excellent
anipani | March 17, 2008 - 18:42
love this, particularly like the way you use line break, e'g.
And she can see lines and a mound of Venus that signify
Everything, that mysteriously unfold as a ‘To do’ list
Of little;
i aspire to this level!
Doeslittle | March 17, 2008 - 20:32
Thanks for comments...
Alaw | March 17, 2008 - 20:36
Wow: fluid and amazing.