a blocking

August 3, 2016 § 2 Comments

    it is

as if Jupiter sticks his finger

into my frontal lobe

               to just past

               the first knuckle
   the way

a keeper of houseplants does

when determining

proper moisture content 
   and the

act of differentiating

between hum of June bugs
   and the

drum line in my skull

is becoming bothersome
trying to squint through 

gauze over

my narrative

   the muslin

over the

       window of thought 
(c) Fred Whitehead 


§ 2 Responses to a blocking

  • John Looker says:

    I’ve been rereading some of your recent poems here Fred. I find them interesting: they present a scene, almost a story, and a fair bit of ambiguity but all is clear. You have junked punctuation and played around with syntax and layout but they are not ‘difficult’ poems of the sort that run away and hide when they see a reader coming.
    I might just say that some of the decisions you’ve taken about the space between lines (or not) puzzle me and I think some variation might help understanding here and there, but that’s minor.
    Keep going! All the best, John

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