as absence turns

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As Absence Turns


The sky bends under unnamed weight,

a path without its anchor,

voices gather but refuse

to name what hardens or shines.

 

Light fractures across the stone,

a sudden presence where absence ruled.

The ground steadies, yet no mooring holds,

and brightness refuses to gleam by name.

 

Anchor drifts between broken syllables,

shine threads through the dim air.

The song rises without burden,

and the horizon dissolves into motion.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Footnote: This poem is composed in a prototype form called the Ban‑Cycle Stanza.
Each stanza operates under a rotating ban‑list: certain motifs are forbidden in one stanza,

then required in the next, while new bans are introduced.

The cycle creates tension through absence and renewal through return,

making constraint itself the generative engine of the poem.

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Of any poet I have ever had

Of any poet I have ever had the pleasure of not merely reading but actually befriending (which is indeed an immaculate honor), the emotional weight you are able to carry from stanza to stanza never fails to amaze, leaving me, and any member in your audience I'm sure, gasping for their own breath again after the powerhouse presence you sprinkle the stage with... And on the subject of absence, I apologize for mine; I am well aware that a grumpy cat is never necessarily the greatest sign, lol


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My grumpy cat is at present

My grumpy cat is at present on a leave of absence


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Ah, that was a rendering of

Ah, why does it only just now occur to me: that was a rendering of Garfield, wasn't it?


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I sure do agree with this!

I sure do agree with this!


Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]

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That is a blessing to hear

That is a blessing to hear


here is poetry that doesn't always conform

galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver

Pungus's picture

Yes! Starward yet lives! So

Yay! Starward yet lives! So that we all may relish in those amazingly famous poems of his on the chronicles of sockboy! he-heeeee! To be completely honest, though I am reluctantly shy to admit it, I find I've actually learned quite a lot from said theme; and for that, we thank you.


peace, pot, tequila shot

Jesus loves us, stoned or not