When I was given the word "still" as a title to write with, I immediately came up with three different definitions in my mind. The first thing that came to mind was the adjective that suggests lack of movement. The second thing I thought of was the adverb suggesting always...continuous-ness. And the third was the noun that suggested a vessel in which liquor is distilled.
So here is what sprang from my fevered brain.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
still
I.
holding onto
the breath I should have
used
to tell you
your words
paint upon my monotonous sky
a crescent moon
spilling
fog onto skyline’s jut
but I wait
exhaling so softly
water doesn’t
know
II.
in case you missed the way
my hair
insinuated itself
and don’t recall the taste of rosemary
I’ll untie me
from your cerebellum
reminders are
forthcoming
here
I
am
III.
nothing to do
but condense comfortable conversation
heat
pull the moist
leaving
essence
25 Jan 2004
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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