A Lesser Equivalent

Alfred Stieglitz, Equivalent (Set H, Print 1), 1923

just now

plumped fluffy

full and massing

to a tarnished

glower, submerged

below coursing

oceanic blankets

windstraked thin

across the scrim-

shifted light

ceaseless series of

vaporous moments

ever

on the move

shape-shifting lazy

summer game to sense

drunk desperate rapture

looping back around

only to meet

enforced stillness

the mind seizes

half beats too late

paused pattern within

lucent fragments

tumbled by degree

navigating via imagined

cartography of wondrous

nomenclature, already perished

phenomena

tag teamed marquees flash

frozen posted

magnitudes

between nothing

and one

Ann Elliott Sherman©2009

Through a cell phone, fuzzily

cottonwoods
breathy rushing
sibilance a spangling
shimmer
when wind flips green
jingles shiny
to matte back
and forth
sussed
out from
traffic’s fluent friction
jets sundering
air, weedy
death rustles
managed river’s
church whisper
dog’s lolling rasp
humus crush
under spent
soles

Ann Elliott Sherman©2009

Be careful what you ask for, indeed

Having posed as a quasi-savant in terms of opening certain file types, I decided that perhaps it was time for me to leave my own private Never-Land and attempt to create a blog for my email newsletter, The Monkey's Paw. I really should be doing more practical things, like getting our home loan modified or pinch hitting on a shutter sales call. Consider my virgin post a huge caveat, and yet another example of the dangers of wielding the Paw.