A daily poem #295 – November 25, 2010

A poem
by Andrew Joron

Boreal

Across the stiffening pond, your steps
send broken branching signals
Faultless as some harp-tuning
dedicated to silence: each note
Carries an interior candle of dissonance
the dark calendar
Marked by a sequence of frozen suns
There is a season deeper than winter
Passing in these
tree-diagrams, & mechanisms
Of common speech
Sleeping under the solstice, you may suffer
Recurrent dreams
as the wreckage returns its image
Unburied
The harp
a pelvic bone, turns in your hands
But failing (you—the player
Of a misshapen instrument)
to complete the world’s anatomy
(That story was told in deafening peals)
or even to mimic this
Weather’s argument-in-whispers, its subtle
ashen-green
Striations…
“Let waters once chaotic
assume the form of a rigid plane”
understanding things
are furious in their motionlessness
If the laws that govern awakening
Come to resemble a city of blue spires
you will not awaken soon

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~ by Chris Hibbard on November 25, 2010.

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