American Sacrament
Plastic pinwheels flashed like metal
tinsel-tickled flowers folded
over. Dark strangulation of cloud covered sky:
Sunset pink nylon scarf that smelled
of must at my throat.
You pulled the gizzards from a frozen chicken
I could no longer look at pimpled yellow flesh:
The crack of bone, body halved by your blade
steel wedge, your smile
split skin—gristle emerging from the fold.
I was not prepared for this no-picnic picnic,
nor for sailors nor cyclists nor circus freaks
flying flags lost in the crowded firmament.
But this sphere is an image,
whether it be solid, liquid or gas
a holographic bubble densely curling
under the weight of its no-substance surface
ready to bust.
© 2006
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Image: Storm © Holly Troy 2024
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Wow pretty deep poem, Here is the poem you asked about for Olney Pond…..The cove sits off to the side of Onley Pond its structure is that of a Japanese garden with rocks set in a neat little spectrum. The bulwarks Beauty, all different modeling natures’ perfection engulfing the minds eye the cove comes alive. A trout rips a fly from the surface then tail-walks on the glassy water to express its dominance. Quiet is the note except for a few noisy fisherman reading their gear. Cat nine tails reach toward the sky as a muskrat slips from its den blending with its domain gliding through the water with ease Natures splendor , seemingly untouched by another world.
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Thank you. And thank you for sharing your poem.
I saw a fish on its tail on the Hudson the other night. I don’t know what kind of fish it was – but it was very big.
“untouched by another world”
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Thank You, it is wonderous to really see in life and in nature
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