The intransitive sunset
creased a smile;
ever so sensitive,
small mountains were
dimpled.
Somewhere else the tide went out
and sneeze insofar that I was in it.
So the voice, tried,
to get my attention.
A serendipitous meeting:
The dynamics of a planet,
The antithesis of a plan.
Definite chemistry;
a seagull was flying overhead
and blocking the stars
– seagulls never fly at night.
This is one of those poems that I love, but do not understand why I love them, or, really, do not even understand the poem itself on an intellectual plane. But it doesn’t stop the feeling which is soaked up into the words.
I wonder though, might the poem be stronger if you begin, “Definite chemistry;” as a new stanza? If not, I would really love your thoughts as to why - if you were so inclined to share. (Personally, I guess I’m just a fan of the three stanza structure, same, same, different).
This is the ‘meeting’, in a manner of speaking.
To be honest it’s hard for me to explain this poem -that- well, but basically imagine me standing in nature, asking the question in the title to nature or mother earth itself. I wanted the atmosphere of a flirtatious dynamic…