I’d like to welcome all things without names.
Not almond slivers, spring fever or motherboards.
Not baby’s breath, embouchure, heliofranticulating or stein lids.
But this poem isn’t a muster roll call, award pageant or paean.
It’s an open field of summer that barely contains its own accord.
It’s something like the unnamed soul of a fictive goat kid.
I want to invite not those things either but my own mind to the game
of conceiving what things might fall through a sky-lintelled undoor.
Try to describe in a teenager’s vocabulary the face of God.
Does everything called a dandelion look the same?
Please don’t label the line between the winter tree and the apple core.
The phenomena of names is only a grown-up cloud
that has insertions where some other welcome waterflame
verbing unaboutly holidays its last shardcords
(of deselected ancientless pluribus-tethered kiteydids).
Woah, Daniel, what a gorgeous trove! I'm savoring "It’s an open field of summer that barely contains its own accord"...Feeling a thealogical star trek after "conceiving what things might fall through a sky-lintelled undoor"....Remembering Harold and Maude with "Does everything called a dandelion look the same?".... Persuaded by "Please don’t label the line between the winter tree and the apple core"....Haunted by "The phenomena of names is only a grown-up cloud".... Would love to hear your creation process and sparks! This has a quality of ancient truthness throughout, how even each line's thinking itself is catawamp brain-changer. Thanks for this!
ReplyDelete:) TY, Scooter
ReplyDeleteI really do want to welcome unnamed things and got fascinated in trying to write a poem about that category of pieces of existence. Catawamp proved a good form since its stringency and interwoven complexity of rhyme and meaning help guide the poet to the words that eventually get chosen--otherwise there might be no way to end the poem. My rhymes are pretty clear here. My meanings had something to do with A: welcoming words (welcome, invite, call) B: seasons and C: ages (baby, kid, teenager...) SO with a nebulous subject and a rigid form, these strange combinations and phrasings formed.