Deep in the
bookhouse we tap, look, stop
In the belly of
this papertemple we make our own pages
Sue sits across
from me at the hardsquare and we rest our things down
Our spilled
eyeframes, inkwriters, empty slurped drinkcylinders, shouldersacks and
shoulderwarmers
All our debris of
houselockers, machinecozies, wordvaults
The hardsquare
holds it all, holds up our ownedthings and our boughtthings and our madethings
and our bodythings, I can rest my armbenders on it, even my thinkball if my
thinkball gets too heavy or tired
The cool flat
hardsquare holds it, takes it, here in the papertemple
While Sue and I silently look for simplicity.
Napowrimo challenge from Day 13: incorporate kennings, new metaphorical compounds:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenning
Ah, could I be the Sue who shares with you? Probably not, but it's fun put myself there.
ReplyDeleteI taught kennings to my students when we studied Beowulf. Forgot about them, though.
I am coming back to your (wrote toy our...mmm....) poems when I need to remember there is more to life than this 9 to 5 and when I need to hear your "voice." (so not going in order!) Thanks! --Susanita
You are always the Sue who shares with me-you! Even when there are other Sues . . .
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you come back to my poems. And so glad I was introduced to kennings, too. I like trying to remember about them all the time to use just whenever.