02-19-2024, 10:59 PM
I throw the wheat pennies,
record the broken & unbroken lines
of the hexagrams:
A ravine.
I must follow it
like a stream, navigating rocky outcroppings
& filling the low places
until I can move on. this line is nice in how it implies bumpiness in the sound as it's read
Beyond the ravine, a meadow
where dragons have fought,
I step over the splashes
of yellow & black blood.
I stand on the shore of a lake, when you start a sentence with "I" in a later stanza of a poem, you're making a full stop statement. The I announces itself!
before me, in a cloudless sky,
a mountain reaches to heaven,
& to judgement. the last line is a refiguration of the divination, a play of that
record the broken & unbroken lines
of the hexagrams:
A ravine.
I must follow it
like a stream, navigating rocky outcroppings
& filling the low places
until I can move on. this line is nice in how it implies bumpiness in the sound as it's read
Beyond the ravine, a meadow
where dragons have fought,
I step over the splashes
of yellow & black blood.
I stand on the shore of a lake, when you start a sentence with "I" in a later stanza of a poem, you're making a full stop statement. The I announces itself!
before me, in a cloudless sky,
a mountain reaches to heaven,
& to judgement. the last line is a refiguration of the divination, a play of that