Sometimes meaning takes face –
cannot be understood or fit in its place.
Taking off through clips, clasps, and moorings,
wooden chair on wide-board, hardwood flooring.
Emily Dickinson's Morning Ride –
face of death, Fly's buzz of pride.
Keepsakes of Blue –
Eternity of Dew.
Clothes of pearl –
Yellow eye of girl.
Trying to make sense of feathers, a plank and gun –
not seeing the connection, missing a comparison.
This reader's sigh when they came to realize –
an orchard in Amherst, carriage passing by –
Hair flowing free of will –
background phrases, left to kill
the true meaning. Hung upon
little details of detail upon
her long white dress, with buttons down the back – on
a 19th century Sabbath, a 19th reaction.
Drawing a line between fact and dream –
wild nights of yore turn to what they seem.
Death of complexity, birth to anew –
trying to comprehend what he meant to do.
Being in love with poetry – what it's all about –
Injected fragility; too soon to figure out.
Capture a moment – Timid mistakes –
Without the power to die – Power to ache.
Lost to Evanescence –
A Collins – to innocence.