Looseplex* 10 - Tsunami
It was morning for days afterward
The telephone poles and wires whipped and sparked
The way they unfold like the breath, pierce
You can fall a long way in sunlight
The white balcony, the pine needle’s shadow
Impossibly doomed and graceful and obsessed
Is the psyche bound to the body?
Icing of debris over orderly fields
Barnacles on memory’s exposed pier
The way pain fades to the memory of pain
Slicing the orange flesh of the papaya
O life, life, you are such a muchness!
I searched for more footage of the massive waves
It was mourning for days afterward
This sonnet is made up of 9 or 11 syllable lines cut from old poems—
a looser form than the poet Jericho Brown’s form of the Duplex -
(a combination of the sonnet, the ghazal, and the blues), hence “Looseplex.” M.N.