Roger Allen Baut, Time Wave Zero
© Roger Allen Baut Used With Permission
In a Grey Space
We build the undoing
a layer at a time,
creating the predictable cycle
always begun with the word
first missed before misheard.
The fissure, so tiny, unnoticed
for being so deep below
the unrevealing surface, records
itself in the body's own register,
that adjustable timepiece
pulsing among the hidden
geographies. Like others you mine
the striations of freezing
and thawing, looking for clues,
how the patterns will open
out of winter's shimmery light.
The peaks come in waves
you can count on flat-lining.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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I wrote this poem for the One Shoot Sunday event at One Stop Poetry, where you'll find instructions for today's Picture Prompt Challenge using Roger Allen Baut's image above.
Go here to add your poem or flash fiction responding to the picture or to access the pieces from the many other contributors.
9 comments:
Very nice post. Vivid!
The photo has at least two perspectives -- the waves and the layers -- the layers almost being like geological time. You captured both with your beautiful lines. Great poem, Maureen.
Nothing like opening and closing with a pair of couplets that pack an understated wallop.
Solid work, enjoyed the lead-up.
I like how the couplets create layers and lines...
I know nothing of couplets, but I know I like your poem ... and all its hiding.
Beautiful! I like the way your words melded into layers:)
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For some reason, this poem recalls marriages I have witnessed. My own is happy, but there is sorrow for others. Can't it be mended? I wonder. Is there a point of no return? (Assuming both partners have been faithful to one another.)
You don't have to answer my questions. I was just letting you know how the poem echoed for me.
Wow, Maureen! The beginning couplet is fantastic, and it just gets better from there. This seems a "love" poem in the broadest sense. How communication happens at the microscopic level (of the word) and from the tiniest "frissure" can fall apart, suggesting the fragility of human relations.
The images are fantastic. And that ending--flat-lining--is as strong as the opening.
Fine writing, as usual, Maureen!
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