?

Log in

No account? Create an account
Little Willow [userpic]

Poetry Friday: September 9 By Elizabeth Willis

September 6th, 2019 (06:09 am)
hopeful

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Song: Good Luck, Kid by Joseph

It's turneresque in twilight. The word comes at me
with its headlights on, so it's revelation and not death.
I figure I'm halfway home though I've only started.
Nothing is moving but me: I'm a blackbird. The neigh-
bor's in labor, but so am I, pushing against the road.
Physics tells us nothing is lost, but I've been copping
time from death and can't relent for every job the stars
drop on my back.

- September 9 by Elizabeth Willis

View all posts tagged as Poetry Friday at Bildungsroman.

View the roundup schedule at A Year of Reading.

Learn more about Poetry Friday.

Comments

Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: September 6th, 2019 02:39 pm (UTC)

Interesting to see the allusion to Turner, and being in labor, pushing on! I like it!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 6th, 2019 03:34 pm (UTC)

'Tis that time of year! :)

Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: September 8th, 2019 01:13 pm (UTC)
revelation

I love the line about the word coming at me with its headlights on. Wow.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: September 8th, 2019 03:48 pm (UTC)
Re: revelation

Isn't that cool?

4 Read Comments