If you allow me a Bloomian misreading of this beautifully distilled poem, the “river rock” that has the “split” conjures for me the rock of Horeb that supplies the whole river its water, and the thin tree Moses’ rod. I know, probably a huge misreading, but it’s what immediately came to mind. Haha I am really intrigued by the wrist imagery. I’d have to say wrists can conjure a dark image: Seneca’s answer.
Simple and beautiful
Love.
I love that after hearing you read several pieces, I can now hear your vocal in my mind. The words, the images and now sound. 3D poetry. I love it.
If you allow me a Bloomian misreading of this beautifully distilled poem, the “river rock” that has the “split” conjures for me the rock of Horeb that supplies the whole river its water, and the thin tree Moses’ rod. I know, probably a huge misreading, but it’s what immediately came to mind. Haha I am really intrigued by the wrist imagery. I’d have to say wrists can conjure a dark image: Seneca’s answer.
The poem belongs to the reader! I enjoy reading your response.
Ah, lovely.
Lovely