No pair of ragged jagged claws
No scuttling across the ocean’s floor
But this
A handful of brilliant stars
Flung against the dark expanse
Only for one moment
But that moment forces to no crisis
A brief nothing yet everything
Glittering web of emptiness
Oh there will be time, there is no time
No decisions no revisions
This breath that pauses the sole measure
It is now it is now it is now
So dare to ask any question
The universe is not disturbed
Beautiful! Thanks, Kel.
You are most welcome. This was occasioned by an encounter with an Eliot scholar who is writing a play based on the author’s life. I have written a few poems that are in response to other poets’ work. I usually employ a technique I learned from Sylvia Plath’s writing. Refutation but I proffer my own take on what it is.
I always have to read your stuff at least twice. The first time, I just take it all in. Then I have to stop and catch my breath a little and re-read and re-read as if I’m hoping to make the moment last longer each time. Thank you.
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