Elizabeth Robinson



Flesh-Colored Cloud



overlaying the sky
overlaying a scar, a kind
of a scar.

Scars being characterized by their remoteness.

Cloud approaches,
recedes,
diffuses, as breath,
overlays lungs, also

a form of the scar, a form of scarring.

Scar is the unsolved problem,
scar as the quality that
doubles back.

Once, but no longer,
a quality of intimacy or communion

 
what overlays the landscape

to make the landscape
solid.


How like is anticipation to grief.

Hard breath grasping at
soft breath.

 

Pink cloud, uneasy pink
curtain on the
rock, of what lays
over what is
overhead, gasp at
its seamy edges.

 

 



Oukon

 

                Smell

Emanation is translation. 

The upper lip, exquisitely sensitive,
translates fragrance to the nose.

Air sticky with residue and gust.

The scent of nothing-there

discriminating to itself.

 

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            Eat

 It may have appendages, animal and
flora,  that fall

into its container of selfness: extend out.  Whether

wolf or mushroom.  The hunger of the
one for the other.

Hunger being the hollow that
nothing-known never knew.

But its tongue, awash in the savor,
stroking itself.

 

              Touch

Creation is the greatest good unless
it doesn’t exist.  The threads a bit furred,

hairy, beneath the fingers, like an hour
feeling time graze its back. Time’s

chafing speculation.  Lost to the
rich dearth between textile

and skin.

 

 

 

          Listen

 

Hearing is a pronoun, an early
state prior to music. 

There where not-there, it
is subjected to great heat

 that melts, molten, discrete

 discretionary presence.

 Evanesce.  Lyric vapor.

 

 

            Look

Each finger on a imaginary hand
has its own eye.

Image opaque
with glare.  The fingernail is an eyelid.

Protective growth to be pared away.

Its seeming absence

sees itself.   Best chipped, broken
scratching the itch of light.

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Elizabeth Robinson is the author, most recently, of Rumor (Parlor Press/Free Verse Editions).  She is is the co-editor, with Jennifer Phelps, of the critical anthology Quo Anima: spirituality and innovation in contemporary women’s poetry, just out from University of Akron Press.  A new collection of poems, Vulnerability Index, is forthcoming from Ahsahta Press in 2019.