Each image appears so fragile somehow, a small clinging to the past, perhaps a tenuous hope for the present.. god knows about the future.
"The Hanged Man in the spokesof the paper girl's bike."This fantastic opening image certainly has me picturing the literal (a dead body attached to the bike of a girl who's made out of paper), but then the symbolism kicks in and takes over. Still, the first version I see is so interesting as well. It even makes me think of times past, slavery, the paper girl maybe being a white girl, holding and caressing the dead body of a beaten and murdered black man --- the spokes of the bike meaning that she will take him with her wherever she rides, and that he will forever be embedded in her "spokes" (words).Or maybe it's just a piece of paper with a game of "Hangman" drawn on it. Maybe the sheet was just blowing around and got stuck to her bike. Maybe she's a collector of all things paper. Maybe paper is drawn to her, like magnets and metal.I love what you did at the end, referencing the trees ... the hanging tree ... the tree that paper came from.Brilliant work.Of course it makes me think of this:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-Oi43EsQNU
The Tarot card in the bicycle spokes is brilliant. Well done
"A tin cup / salt ringed like Saturn." Love this and also the stuck tarot card, & memory of trees.
Such a delight to read, very visual and vivid indeed. Greetings!
MZ--Each image is so perfectly crafted. (I especially love the 3rd and 4th line.)
Nice finding, each a token of so many things...
Wow, enjoyed reading this, for me, a slight feel of the occult. Thank you for sharing.
Strange that the eye is in the beholder, and each draws her own conclusions from your words. For me, it's the morning paper girl delivering her papers with a card in the spokes of her bike making a happy noise as she pedals along!.
Beautifully haunting! Especially like; "A tin cup salt ringed like Saturn."
I agree...each image is amazing but that opening is just superb as it propelled me to read these lines over and over!
"Wings without wounds (hard to find) shed in favor of walking". Gorgeous!
Excellent poem about "found" things. The tarot card in the little girl's bike spokes have me wondering where she found such an object.
Wonderful images!! I saw them all.
*sigh*especially that last line.ps--don't be such a stranger.
Did this person also discover how special they were?
Ah, and each item could tell its own story!
Or maybe it was something about the configuration of the spokes which reminded you of that card? Arresting image, for sure, and all the others are intriguing too. What one finds, it seems, is mystery.
You've captured the way memory works here: some images/thoughts are so profound, so decontextualized in our memories, that they might seem arbitrary, but they're anything but. Well done.
This is a mental photograph. I can picture all these things clearly. Cool poem.
Oh, these are wonderful finds! I'm glad they found you!
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