Carving

Carving
A round incision,
Across the brow and all the way around
Opens a tough outer shell
To a mangled membrane.
A teaspoon-sized spade with a serrated edge,
Surgically removes the cold seedy innards
Onto last week’s bad news.
Three triangular abscissions
And one disfigured crescent,
Form the face of the season
Out of my orange friend’s resection.

 

–James Rose

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The Greyhound Collective Poetry Revival would like to consider “mission statement” in its simplest terms. Rather than reiterate the boundaries of our task, we simply express our aim: to become a mission – a party of individuals sent out into the world with a message meant to unveil a uniting principle of truth. We define this message as “poetry.” We promote poetry as a viable and vivid art form, alive and accessible. Freed from its ivory tower, our poetry will breathe life into an ailing form while fostering an artful relationship with the greater community. We assert ourselves under the following mantra: “your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life actually is.” As a collective, we write to be sanctified. View all posts by loyolapoets

One response to “Carving

  • Jingle

    Onto last week’s bad news.
    Three triangular abscissions
    And one disfigured crescent,
    Form the face of the season
    Out of my orange friend’s resection.

    vivid,
    well done.
    xx

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