Abandoned

[71degrees]

I
Inside my house, the many walls,
all these things interrupting other things

Outside my house, the lines
of my poems, walking on them

II
I see something random
in the garden, nameless

Shoots of new tulips,
a cock-necked starling

Reading the first line, I was worried that this would be a grammatically tortured angst poem, but actually it's almost the opposite. It's brisk, imagistic, and witty, with perfectly placed commas. It reads like a William Carlos Williams in its deceptively simple language and presentation. It's a landscape with a world beneath it, if that makes sense. Thank you for the read

I would agree with the William Carlos Williams connotation here, particularly as relates to the last lines. It reminds me a little of the Imagists in general.

I will take this compliment to heart. Thank you. Thank both of you for the Williams nod.

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If not "abandonment"...what might the poem suggest to you?  Just curious...

Im not sure exactly. In a way it makes me think of this documentary I saw on some Hippie types who were building sphere houses because "we've been living in rectangles too long"   but maybe, to me, the poem feels more about separation or intersections. I keep going back to "all these things interrupting other things" as a sorta thematic guide. I think about how everything relates to one another: the garden and its content to the house, the birds  to the tulips, and both to the garden. Sacred geometry even comes to mind. 
 

Thank you. I like the "geometry" references. I can work w/that.  Yes, thanks.