Gravitational Pull

Posted: August 27, 2012 in Uncategorized
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dusk as intervention

to that crawlspace known as night,

leaning on the fence

cigarette stub extinguished

dropped over onto sidewalk,

link impressions reddened arm,

as i moved away,

light essential began to click on

the first a house a block away,

opposite the empty one

looked bleak and could not

be forgiven,

grass damp curled over,

now on porch sock imprints

their trace vague would evaporate,

i nearly lit up again

it was an unforgiving chain,

i was the operator

of my own half life,

as night swallowed up that rose

growing in the corner,

her rose she planted

as a recipe for splendor,

splendor that never came,

small card table surface

where i rested my pad,

maybe pour a glass

as a moth juddered by,

pencil tapped and i would


  1. Janet says:

    Superb! My breath esp. caught here…
    ‘her rose she planted as a recipe for splendor, splendor that never came,’

    Fantastic use of the words!

  2. Cat Forsley says:

    You are an incredible writer …..
    you prob don’t do awards and stuff
    just a little thank You xo
    Cat xx

  3. Carol Steel says:

    I really enjoyed this, the story, the images, the slow travel from fence to table. Great.

  4. go1flo says:

    I’m drawn into this.

  5. drpkp says:

    Oh my Chris – thank you so very much for stopping by – I am delighted that I returned the courtesy and from simple politeness found this stunning/edgy poem written by an apparently very cool poet – you 🙂

  6. slpmartin says:

    Also enjoyed the story line in the poem and the images you created with so few words.

  7. printingeriawindropss says:

    thanx dear clawfish for …as a moth juddered by…in gravitational pull and i try to judder now bankmondayevening smiles from hewesufa

  8. brenda w says:

    Fantastic…this has a beat poet feel to it. Ah…the splendor that never came…. there’s so much here I like. Thank you for joining us at The Sunday Whirl.

  9. Elizabeth says:

    Great slow stroll from a lean on a backyard fence to that small card table where you write. Wonderful build up to that satisfying ending,


  10. Irene says:

    Like the subtleties in the movement of your poem.

  11. It’s a different world when we get up before everyone else and have that time just to ourselves. I like the imagery of the chain fence leaving its imprint in your arm. The casual feel of enjoying the cigarette. Nice write.

  12. hobgoblin2011 says:

    really nice story structure here. Love the trace vague, such a cool phrase, and juddered is very nice and a killer open here. Very cool. Thanks

  13. Ian Moone says:

    oh I am so digging this, great write

  14. coconutspeak says:

    Damn it! You just cannonballed your way into my poetic pool! Good job, my friend. Next time just wade in.

    • clawfish says:

      thank you maybe you should not see my back catalog, when you grasp the early hours the world has a resonance and depth you cannot always see after an ordinary day so i love the mornings and you have a great day

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