Mountain, Water Water, Mountainmirrorworld sleek skeen even the cannabis store straddles the street under the raven gulls’ renegade shadow tell me the name for a puddle unpuddling My gosh! Outside is a comicbook sound — speech bubbles of squelch squish squeamish and bike tire spit. life imitates light light imitates life At last, reaching the sky, a finger into night, void black, retracted at the putrid ooze and then a pinkening: some celestial chemical reaction as if this rain incessant and blanket was vinegar cloud-clad Olympics and their baking soda peaks Icarus and Prometheus sat around a Bunsen burner in togas turned lab coats and other modern pleasantries
Thanks, Mason, for sharing this insight into your poem, its creation and excellent reading. I love: 'light imitates life/life imitates light'. Re does a poem ever really end that reminds me of the Paul Valery quote; 'A poem is never finished, only abandoned'. Yours feels far more finished than abandoned though! PS: a small point it's bunsen.
I mean this one’s a real ringer. “Tell me the name for / A puddle / unpuddling.” And then “Pinkening”
I read the title as the mirror of the mountain within a body of water’s reflection. Then to see the map of Washington was a real treat. Nature’s mimicry.
The comicbook sound stanza is pure pleasure and muck.
I love hearing about the journey you take to the poem we see!
Thanks, Mason, for sharing this insight into your poem, its creation and excellent reading. I love: 'light imitates life/life imitates light'. Re does a poem ever really end that reminds me of the Paul Valery quote; 'A poem is never finished, only abandoned'. Yours feels far more finished than abandoned though! PS: a small point it's bunsen.
I mean this one’s a real ringer. “Tell me the name for / A puddle / unpuddling.” And then “Pinkening”
I read the title as the mirror of the mountain within a body of water’s reflection. Then to see the map of Washington was a real treat. Nature’s mimicry.
The comicbook sound stanza is pure pleasure and muck.
“This one’s for Slop” made me laugh out loud.