Right now I am on a plane on my way back to campus... AND I'M SO EXCITED!!! Hope everyone had a happy new years and yadda yadda yadda and I was busy being cultural at EPCOT (every bit ironic as it sounds...) and ringing in the new year and sleeping and not getting tan. But I just finished writing three of the image poems, which are not really as "imagey" as I thought/ hoped they would be. They have an elaboration on some images that I made, but a few just really really resemble another free verse with more in-your-face imagery. But yeah... Here are the three that I've written. I'll have the other two ready maybe a little later...
1. Blood Pressure,
Grateful for it like a pulse
Of silver, a blue straw tapping
A rhythm in quiet exhaustion.
To worship this percussion
Is to love the simplicity of strength.
Iambs flock from the mosque
To every place they are barely required.
The missionaries of the bare essential.
2. Flat (final)
“Topical” is like a glacier pouring itself out onto Aconcagua,
The relationship between a finger and grimy asphalt.
“Penetrating” is like grass roots on a sidewalk crevice,
The tenacity of a fault line burying itself into the skin of the earth,
The way I peel an orange.
The way space peels away a neutron star.
I know about the latter than the former,
But only because it so resembles “pain.”
Is my head on this pillow “topical”
Or “penetrating?”
3. Dressed Up
A folded copy of a partita that resembles a peony
sits on my desk behind you.
The thick notes dot it with inky dew
in a language that you can’t speak but I can.
I weigh it in my hands, knowing paper doesn’t bounce,
but nor does a squash ball.
Nor does a pillow.
I lie restlessly on this score flower because
I just don’t understand you.
The way the ink smudged resembles a cerulean,
like a puddle at Disney World.
Your tie matches the copyright origami matches your eyes
and so I do not acknowledge any.
They all blur together like autopsy skins
of the victims of asphyxiation.
Then, out of the blue, I give up.
I throw away the peony because
I am sick trying to learn how you made it.
Unpublished Material, ©2012 (WHAT?!?!) Cali Digre
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