omfg national poetry month

[recrudescence]

Barn

She hit a boy
with a shovel
in a barn. She

saw nothing
but the math
of it. Ascent,
arc, intersect.

And the shapes:
triangle on oval
in a sun-drowned
pentagon.

A thing in motion
tends to stay. She
hit a boy. She
grew up to list

numbers in files
in pale rooms
full of dustless
air. She wears

nice clothes.
She wears
nice clothes.

-- Rachel Contreni Flynn

Comments

[meiou-set.livejournal.com]

Oooh <333

I love the repetition at the end and the description of what she saw. This was wonderful.

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

I like how it's almost obsessive-compulsive, you know? Like the speaker just had to repeat the last line so the first and last stanzas would be symmetrical. Very much in keeping with the mathematical theme.

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

YIKES.

I like this a lot ...

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

I know. It's so simple, but it almost reads like a hit from a shovel.

[daasgrrl.livejournal.com]

Really loved this - so compact, yet disturbing.

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

That's what I enjoy about her stuff--she can do so much with so few words, and do it without being at all trite.