Thursday, February 17, 2011

In Sink

In Sink

In sink with one another.
In black hole. A vortext,

a message spun of shards
and the air to carry them.

A doppler radar map
bouquet, red in the center,

green at the edges, Venus
fly trap’s clamp and gulp.

In vertigo. In mudslide.
In bear hug of the blender.

In nuclear fusion with
each other, in supernova.

How did you meteorite.
Was it lava at first sight.


  1. An orgy of outrageous puns - loved it!

  2. Delightful wordplays, Hannah. This would be a great candidate for one of your videos.

  3. I do love reading the poem and receiving its images and impact. Then clicking the image afterwards. Then letting it all play together! I love what you're doing.

  4. Quite creative. Helped with my mind exercises this morning.

  5. Fabulous! If love is space dust speaking, why not conflate the two? Who says there's no such thing as the "chaos fairies"?

  6. Yup, I'd say creative...I was trying to imagine. Have a great Thursday Hannah!

  7. I will now be a bit wary of being bear hugged by my blender.

    That image is so sad.

    Today I feel in synch, as opposed to in sink.

    Have a great day!

  8. Good morning exercise for "dull head among empty spaces". Lava at first sight, indeed.


  9. Love the wordplay in this, shows a playfulness, love of language, I love you for it, Hannah!

  10. I enjoy the word play and the fun varied rhythms in each stanza, and the great images, complementing each other. I must admit, I've never thought of love as "Venus fly trap's clamp and gulp," but what a great image to explain that process of consuming each other, but in a good way! "In vertigo. In mudslide. In bear hug of the blender." - Yep, it all feels like that. The final stanza pulls it all together.

  11. This did it for me. This really works. Loved every syllable of it.


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