I held a posture
laboring over a precipice:
a page filled with so many planets
verses on the verge of meeting
but they never did
maybe I didn’t lean close enough
afraid of what was there in a millisecond
as they all collapse in a margin.
According to Cote ci Cote la: Trinidad & Tobago Dictionary cocoyea is, "The shaft of the coconut leaves on a branch. The dried fronds are used in handicraft, birdcages, building of Carnival costumes etc. The dried fronds are sometimes tied in a bunch making it a cocoyea broom, which is used for certain rituals, and for sweeping."
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That is a cool thought poem. Great idea, poised, and then backing away, and really well executed. Great poem.
great last two lines…….conjured a wonderful visual in my mind. Love it when poetry does that.
yes well done. love the line “maybe I didn’t lean close enough.”
This gave me a strong sense of anticipation and fluidity in the page. Lovely.
Thanks