You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Friday, November 27, 2009

Unprinted I

The first few days
the river is bright red
and then grief coiled in dead cells
pull out like a white print
the skull then winds the spool
ofundisturbed note for the remaining.

1 comment:

zorlone said...

I start to think of what this poem really meant and remembered a case I handled back when I was in residency training. A cerebrovascular bleed.

Definitely not a good case with poor outcome. Of course the mention of bright red and skull in the poem partly stimulated my imagination, then I thought of the title. There may be a thought process that went through the writer's mind that was not produced into words... it can't be since there is an output here.

Intriguing poem.