Mary Kasimor, "3 Poems"

Mary Kasimor

global shapes

Apples are an apparition

of wolf

Tongues delight

in the fascination

of shape & flight

a roaming structure

or Unsung

a landed white

Bird

a wealth of Orchard

exchange the bees

for memory

the skin membrane arranged

as Keys shines onto

a domain

Tactile

Female the Bee skims

Cuneiforms & global

shapes of honey

page 59

another twister shortened

the gold

alchemy

the answers died in electro-

magnetic fields

on marshy land

ducks drink the wet winds

between monday &

friday the river

consorts

with realtors

their days waving on

clotheslines

crawl with ants

worms slink

away in metal bands

indeed

they wrap their voices around wires

a summer evening

of cotton breezes

also curtains

that blow homeward 

I crossed the tea

& learned the witch’s craft

a hobby

of stubborn children play

with herbs &

star crossed skies

she mixes

dust on a veil of rain 

water rubbed raw

the stone’s forehead

a chain of events lead to thought

disguising survival’s ancient face

so sad

you said

you died

flipping to regulations on page 59

you float away in a helium

buzz of strawberries

triangle direction

the ghost returned

walked on

the ship

fingered

lightning

spun the myths

balanced the light

today starving

& distant

the words

were true

I left

doubt

disturbed

the night

in the back yard 

in checkered

light rephrasing the river

a deer

eyes spooked

the darkness garden

triangle tangles

the gleam of sirens

& teeth

the car drove down the alley

isolating storefronts 

mingling

the carelessness

of

deer’s tongues

as it wanders

feels the direction

south

the sigh of danger

& smoke of cigarettes

no one

is owned

but a worker’s

worn out face

at 3 a.m. 

& the train’s patient

movement

motion & reckless natures

forget &

lean forward

the man wears

nothing

his voice

conceals life

is

too vivid

between the windows

I never look

out before

it’s over

its sorrow

has numerous

ways of

counting

I

have none

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Mary Kasimor: “I have been writing poetry for many years.  I see my poetry as a continual exploration of language and how it works in poetry.  I often compare poetry to experimental visual art in which the language (or the medium) is broken down and re-assembled in new and interesting ways that then create new and perhaps even multiple meanings.”

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RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture, http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume 4 (2010): Emergence