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Fractions


01.23.11 Posted in today's words by

Maureen Donatelli is new to writing poetry but not to reading it. That has been an ongoing adventure since she was 2. She has lived most of her life in Abbotsford, British Columbia, where she received her BA in English from The University of the Fraser Valley with honors in 2001. Besides all things poetic, Maureen enjoys photography and spending time with her children. She has poetry forthcoming at The Stray Branch Magazine and OVS Magazine.

Fractions
By Maureen Donatelli

They fill this web of evening,
swallows slicing frantic
at the watery rose light sinking slow
in feeble abandonment.

Their wings write of strained laughter,
a finality of meaning
given the day, slap dash,
leaving stillness
to take the pen
with an uncertain wavering hand

lost

a moment
in space
breathless
hovering
over the unattainable
release
now

pouring indigo
fluidity into papery night.

I am destroyed.
I stand given.
Taste me in pieces,
devolving reverberations,
dark ether,

taste the lucent shadow
of my flayed flesh

fractions of who I am

flung beyond
this cryst
alline curtain of stars

pulsing.



One Response to “Fractions”

  1. bobbie troy says:

    Lovely imagery.

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