From This Way to That (Poem)

Perfect squares all laid together
prism of a suggested gesture
that in our sleep we feign as secret,
lulling me down
from this way to that.

Shapely shards of purest light,
contained within a boundary tight
backdropped to the velvet black
something calls
from this way to that.

Weaving a tune, all contours, smooth,
shapes cascading justly.
I hear the sirens’ call in reverse,
sussing me thusly

from this way to that.


A liquid paisley oozes over
my orientation

until I’m not located

in any equation.

Drawing me forth
from this way to that.



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This poem was published in the Atop the Cliffs poetry journal on April 8, 2018.

It was also published in Europa Sun magazine, Issue 6, August 2018.

Painting: Equestrian Portrait of Carmen Bordiu-Franco, Salvador Dali, 1974


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