Shutters X

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The tenth of a series of twelve written at a shuttered window, and originally published in the anthology Terra Firma.

Shutters X

Withering inside, it remains fixed
and free of device, the shadow’s carapace
dwindling with each

impulse. One word, one tremor,
and the regressions begin,
broaching the lamp in refusal of that

issuance to the end,
a victim of eloquence,
the precursor of the seed.

Returned to darkness, it waits in silent apogee.

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15 thoughts on “Shutters X

  1. One of the (many) resonance from this eloquent poem for me: the “shadow’s carpace” as the earth’s mantle, the “tremor” preceding regressions, like an earthquake, the earth “a victim of eloquence,” then the return to normalcy and “silent apogee” ….

    No, I don’t live in the Napa Valley 🙂 I do hope their return to normalcy is swift, however.

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  2. Greetings, Okaji!

    What a blessing to visit your blog home! What one finds here is beauty, grace, and manna to taste! Your poetry speaks the definition of sound and sense! I especially love these lines:

    “a victim of eloquence,
    the precursor of the seed.

    Returned to darkness, it waits in silent apogee.”

    Have a stellar day!

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