Posted on July 12, 2003 in Book of Days Poems
Note: This is part of a series based on exercises from A Writer’s Book of Days. It’s something of a rebellion against the Friday Five and similar tupperware content memes.
Today’s topic: “Throw away the lights, the definitions/and say of what you see in the dark.” (after Wallace Stevens)
This thing of feeling — the hand — reaches
past the warm smooth
past the lukewarm pocked grain soft
stops at a fuzzy half purse.
Twitching, the found shifts, moves
the hair crowd standing on
the less than blunt knife’s edge,
replacing it with a wet blade roughness
pulled across the knuckles.
A ridged shockwave
bends and unbends through the air
and arrives at a thing for different feelings.
The news jumps from a thin tightness to the firm softness
that feels nothing by itself
but registers shocks and tickles from all points.
An assignment is made.
The molecule pattern smashing on tympanum is classed as “purr”.
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Tomorrow’ topic/prompt: Write about a theft.