I bang this thin sheet...

A poem from Rusty Morrison’s remarkable collection the true keeps calm biding its story (Ahsahta Press, 2008). The book, a meditation on loss, is divided into nine major sections, each section containing six poems of three three-line stanzas – each line must end with the words stop, please, or advise. The lines are right justified.

“sky speaks…”

sky speaks with an accent like worship stop

a temporary lifelessness in your eyes where I pour my waiting palaces stop

the pearliest part of a memory is lost to its lack of consequence please

rub a little chalk on both palms and then reach stop

was I the mad girl eyes white like blossoms stop

or just the rescuer who turned accomplice please

so cold the air is granular against skin’s gray stop

I bang this thin sheet of tin and call it listening stop

do the reckless simply hear the avalanche before the rest of us please advise


Mrs Slocombe said...

That's very effective: does it remain so over the whole work?

sam of the ten thousand things said...

The collective force of the form is powerful, and is sustained throughout the book. A strong read.