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too many words north
of animal
to fall into silence now:
to stalk, to
jump, to dig to blood &
howl; to
sniff, to start, to laugh
at twigs;
to touch myself, eyes at
your heart,
to touch you next, thick
in such wealth;
to fall, to sleep too close,
to stick.
Too many words that stall
at 'almost.'
The rhyme goes around in circles (G) if you keep reading –
ReplyDeletex (G) A x b a c B d C E D F E (G) F . . . . . . Capital = end-rhyme
That is: (animal) / {now} / [dig] / {howl} / start / [twigs] / {myself} / heart / [thick] / {wealth} / close / [stick] / (stall) / almost . . . . . . and hey, I know they're near-rhymes for the most part. But this poem's all about the 'almost' nature of words, so it's fitting.
The collage (in case anyone tries to make conscious sense of these images) is organized as a continuous dialog - bottom/top/bottom/top/etc – between the basic emotional drives and the “higher” cognitive functions: have an emotion, go in a direction, dream it further, polish it clear, rediscover where you lie beneath the artifice, … and follow your heart again.
So the image goes around in circles, too, if you keep reading :)
*Thanks to Krista (rows of knowledge), Svetlana (feed a chipmunk; win a smile), Jaak Pankseep (emotional primes, learning, compassionate thought), and LittleRedHearts' blog (feet through the crib posts) for making this collage full.