paper sheets of sheets
robes of hoods winking
clouds stirring storm
coming home to front
door closing back to back
to roost pigeons whitened
doves among white
blossoms trees limbs
swaying eyes gleaming
teeth bones remaining
dangling fleshless white
bodies underneath after all
#7 and #31 from White Papers, by Martha Collins c 2012. All rights are controlled by The University of Pittsburgh Press, Pittsburgh, PA 15260. Used by permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press.
One Comment to “[white paper #31]”
December 8th, 2011 at 7:29 am
Reading this poem is like seeing the painting where a dove transforms to a fish to a leaf to a cloud to a tree . . . It’s lovely! It has the feel of watching the paper jetsam of a sweeping wind with Collins’ use of breaks and punctuation. Masterful.