a poet’s notebook

the closing

circles caused by changing parallels,
      a different balance, in light-skinned
           women, a range between (her pelvis must
                reach) an idea of round lawn. walk

beneath allowed lilacs, glans of penis, bulb of
      vestibule (four columnar trees.) intricate
           planted rooms. a (woman) needs an
                inventory of existing. the footpath

is covered (outer lips, inner lips.) a circle
      of darker lawn dotted with (arched stone) white
           water rushing next to the canal that touches
                a different balance. (wetness, or dryness.)

a cropped meadow. forbs, cut short.
      the boxy house, trees left too long, circles
           from huddling. around the scrubby open
                area (the areola may have) an arc outside.

trees will make the statement. saucer
      magnolia, a circle on the plain. amend
           the soil. merge like overlapping bubbles
                moved along, wavelike (shaft of clitoris)

japanese cypress. border of dreams.
      barrier as a response to cold. or touch
           a different balance. leafy spread, bone
                growth by growth, smaller than the left.

a relief. the future is reabsorbed after several
      (circles of palms) reiterate its shape. as we
           drew in, a spoonful of breast. the maturing.
                most fullness. right. tremen-

dously. heavily. fully. (and is able.) pulled
      up high into tall bamboo. a kind of
           mucus, responsiveness. the closing.

                this is also called conception.

   

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2 responses to “the closing”

  1. angie Avatar

    this is beautiful. I’m amazed that it’s a found poem.
    I’m wondering how you combined the two pieces? And did you add the parenthesis or were they original?
    I just love found poetry. The words always seem to take on a life of their own.

  2. sbpoet Avatar

    Thank you, angie. I did add the parentheses; it was an intuitive thing.
    I see that I didn’t identify sources on this post — this poem was pulled from Our Bodies Ourselves and an article in a shelter magazine, many years ago.
    As I recall, I went through both articles and wrote down phrases that drew me, and then played with them for a long time, until they were in an order that made some kind of sense to me.

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