maritime fog envelopes stuff
full O slow train, O head lamps
O workers decked out
in reflective orange and hard hat
safety trained, bobbing breath
O, Oceanus breathes wet
slips away to blue, to gulls, O bellow
horns, drywallers crack jokes
below, the concrete men
screwing around between task
and the wrapping up, resorting
to resolve, spending time
through yule and aching hands
the open present
O children, behold!
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Friday writings 207: in between
A fascinating deployment of O – in a way that doesn't destroy the meaning of the rest of the text, even while it creates additional meanings. (One I got, which was perhaps not consciously intended, was the O as the eye of a telescope through which the protagonist views at least some of these sights.)
ReplyDeleteWell composed I enjoyed it
ReplyDeleteOf course, Rosemary's comment is brilliant ~ I wasn't certain where you were with the "O" but like very much how it becomes the "in between" words.
ReplyDeleteO! Very good! All the best for the Festive Season!
ReplyDeleteVivid image of a temporary job.
ReplyDeleteWasn't sure how the "O" fit in, but I liked the rhythm of the poem.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Gila!