these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

i hate that my writing is abstract but at least this one has good flow.

the land

November 24, 2019


my room desolate as Siberia
we perform our rituals
i am a shaman
with his blood and dance
and you the spirits
i leash between bone
under the thick ice cap
like a seal i've sealed
we wait for the winter to pass
there are the reindeer tracks
where the hooves become knives
and butchered grass
the sofest bed
and the arc of the northern light
i find in your closed eye
in the way you swallow the shadow
migratory birds scatter
their wings clapping
and bodies black and white
as the truth i've divined
how long it takes to shape
a glacier to a lake
myself the mountain
the river valley
the arctic sea 
i will be eternal for eternity
if i have wait. 


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  • Norah

    You're writing is rhythmic and hypnotic, and I love the steady sense of place that this poem has. Well done! The last two lines are particularly well evoked, and the imagery of the birds is fantastic. Overall the piece is well connected, but there are a few spots where one line doesn't transition well into the next. That might just be the way your style works, so feel free to ignore all you want. A few places are: "in the way you swallow the shadow/migratory..." and "...sealed/we wait..." Also, abstract poetry is the best and you're really fantastic at it, so I wouldn't say that's a bad thing at all about your work. Good luck with the writing!

    about 1 year ago