Neil Hester

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Sunday, December 04, 2011

Featured Poet- Lynsey Jenkins

Heya everyone,

Today, I'm posting two poems by an acquaintance of mine, Lynsey Jenkins, for your enjoyment:

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Channels

The mind is a mirror.
You whet your image till it draws nearer.
You wipe with your finger till it comes clearer,

then press your thumb into that place.
You push but when at last a face
gleams back, you slowly release

the pearl that tremors
as in a mirror
turning like the sky over a river,

of which you are a courier.

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Sonnet To A Plummeting Lover

Is this what I meant: the glittering
pavements rising, the fictions
of your breath, my face
once arranged, then fleeing away
each nostril, each frightened kick
returned - now thrashing grip, quaked
by clutch nor ardent plea? Is this how
wind ravels your vices from me?
Or clasps us finite, as a sea
veers our ear and turns away?
You glide on disarray, your shape
mocking: at such pace beyond the now,
bending to memory, what lingers
of our sleep, when, at last, we wake?

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Lots of nice music and interesting phrasing abounds. The first poem really comes full circle from the first to last lines, and the second poem is a sonnet that has some basic resemblance to the form (in line number and subject matter, though the latter is not approached in a typical fashion), but veers from convention.

Enjoy, and if you have thoughts/comments, make them known!

Take care,
~Neil

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