Saturday, November 23, 2013

Domestic Violence


chop


another 

dark 

wood 


pile 



stack 


of 

smoke 

soon 

to 

be 


dis 

appearing 


up 

the 

home 


land’s 

char 

red 


chimneys. 




3 comments:

  1. char/red/chimney

    That soft halting moment closes the poem wonderfully.

    Following the words down as the smoke goes up is a pleasure.

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  2. I second Wooden Boy's observation on language...

    I also appreciate the image of the home as inferno where domestic violence caught in the dark brooding (endless) log chopping cycles. Very masterly.

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  3. Yes, yes--one must try one's best to keep the home fires burning, even if that means writing poems that eventually go up in smoke.

    Thanks for keeping a watch out for the plumes!

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