VERTIGO
The howling began with sounds and syllables, at first
only a buzz
responding at an elemental level to a terrifying felt sense
then, the words and phrases, wailing
axes off kilter
scrabbling and frantic tumbling
swirling sickening confusion
tilt a whirling
wild
a perfect storm
a tear in the fabric
a poet is dead
his sweet wordplay lingers and murmurs
stays with me (us)
I (we) breathe gratitude
I (we) breathe relief for his reprieve
and I (we) grieve
this magnificent loss
no one else is
Carl Leggo
wondering about his grand-daughter's three syllable name....
Madeline
the howling began with sounds and syllables
wondering, I am wondering
(my) vertigo at a fever pitch
sliding off the table of the world
still here,
rocked by the randomness of who dies
in the arms of this wild devouring bramble beast
and who lives
mmm intriguing rabbit hole this - was he a a/r/tography colleague?
ReplyDeleteYes-- he was the 'original' a/r/tographer.... and a fellow Newfoundlander.... such a loss.
ReplyDeleteHe would have LOVED your work...
you're the real deal. wonderful imagery.
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ReplyDeletesoftermaniac-- thanks for the visit and the comment. Great work at your site!!
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