Monday, October 13, 2014

Links


(image courtesy of Magpie Tales)

I planned the shot like a billiard run
Where a flash of white finds each side.
We thought it just another angle.
Then the shards of myself were struck
By light itself, unfelt, into the silver.
In a small bathroom, I became shards
Sealing myself in without privacy
As we do now, in bathrooms or at table;
Lives bright as curated toy shelves.
I am easy to see, skim, select, apprehend,
Banked through random links to you.

7 comments:

  1. I like the way you used the imagery of a billiard table in your poem Chrissa. Brilliant!

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  2. I like the last 2 lines. Love your take on this.

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    1. Those took the longest; still fiddling with them whenever I read it. :)

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  3. "The shards of myself." Powerful...

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  4. I like how random links relates to the pic...

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  5. Magic happened in that room ....this is so clever

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