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incomplete instructions on how to build a paper heart
there is a moment
during the folds when
the paper organ resembles a
cut diamond or rotten pig’s head.
to build an invisible shape:
reams of feeling eels
ripple the think-tank,
overleaf a forage of
fingerprints would build
a sea of pyramids.
shifting
everything shifts.
crushed paper ball on kitchen table is the young moon.
the desolate canvas between
regions of tenderness
before we are
what we were,
theatres the sky with costume drama
of fake pearls and victorian lace.
field of stars painted on a blanket.
of punctured lungs and longing.
winter water swallows sullen summer tide
as an infant grasping for breath, depth
of nouns fall below the font of fountains:
heavy stories
scissor our life sentence.
vase of paper flowers
root from junk of pale sun
stalk & steal the light
from bedroom shadows.
ventricle verse exhumes
ghost folio of those still
stood at their hearse.
days are raw & cold.
raised hills ascend the night
elevated,
slams upon the silence
like a church door closing.
the paper heart, at rest
in morning infirmary, leaks
unwritten ink.
as if guilty for
every broken heart,
cries a mournful wind rush.
it will learn to dream
seamless dreams &
find an empty place to nest.
during the folds when
the paper organ resembles a
cut diamond or rotten pig’s head.
to build an invisible shape:
reams of feeling eels
ripple the think-tank,
overleaf a forage of
fingerprints would build
a sea of pyramids.
shifting
everything shifts.
crushed paper ball on kitchen table is the young moon.
the desolate canvas between
regions of tenderness
before we are
what we were,
theatres the sky with costume drama
of fake pearls and victorian lace.
field of stars painted on a blanket.
of punctured lungs and longing.
winter water swallows sullen summer tide
as an infant grasping for breath, depth
of nouns fall below the font of fountains:
heavy stories
scissor our life sentence.
vase of paper flowers
root from junk of pale sun
stalk & steal the light
from bedroom shadows.
ventricle verse exhumes
ghost folio of those still
stood at their hearse.
days are raw & cold.
raised hills ascend the night
elevated,
slams upon the silence
like a church door closing.
the paper heart, at rest
in morning infirmary, leaks
unwritten ink.
as if guilty for
every broken heart,
cries a mournful wind rush.
it will learn to dream
seamless dreams &
find an empty place to nest.
Published 10th Jan 2021
Author's Note
ERULGCT 87. Umanoid xx Caught in a frenetic snow flurry, all suddenly went white. Imagined paper-people emerging from the whiteness. Or was it all a dream? ALL STAY SAFE pic Ellen Bell, from 'Acts of Love.'
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10th Jan 2021 6:09pm
This is an absolutely stunning piece of poetry, Rob. The metaphor and imagery are superb.
10th Jan 2021 9:12pm
Beautiful depth, sensitivity in the rendering, transformative alchemy in metaphor, seamless connection between micro and macrocosm, superlative poetry. 💖🎶🙏 Thank you for being here.
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- Edited 17th Apr 2021 8:45pm
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