peace so vivisected

remember the twilight hour when you would be called in to dinner by Mom? remember the hot summer afternoons, playing in the sprinkler? that's what this poem is about: those memories.

   these are the day's lines of latitude

   girding the morning with long stretching shadows

   that lattice the backyard

   and run before the children on the wet grass

   these are the day's lines of longitude

holding the world by the collar

through the hummingbird afternoon

so that only its toes touch the ground

this is night   ---   the equator

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I read you excerpt to get a better feel before the write...like the one previous to this one...the language you use here to portray this with latitude - longitude and equator...I see you like to put as much impact in the word usage...to give your work much to ponder and yet be as effective as possible without extras...

[annie lee]

Thank you.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You're welcome...when I believe I've found all of them here at the Cafe...another writer give me a new horizon...good to read you...