What decides the plain

I.
What decides the plain, the folk
from an abstraction of the jungle

and sorted through filch and facts
and darts of logic? What derides

the gulch, the periphery of the
unsung, but the bard, the poem’s

math done for the sake of the pen.

II.
What gives form the languor of
form, the sweep and swing of it

is the float of a butterfly’s
thrust, its widespan of dare &

snatch of an eyelid shut, a broad
sash of light with slit vertebrae.

4 comments on “What decides the plain

  1. Beautifully detailed. I loved it.

  2. Lola Elvy says:

    I like what you’re trying to do here; especially this phrase: ‘the poem’s/math done for the sake of the pen’. Great ideas there.

    • huzaifazoom says:

      Thanks. It’s sheer joy when certain wordplays work out the way they do. I have dozens of poems waiting to breathe out in the open, but until their words start doing what they are supposed to, they have to wait it out I guess šŸ™‚

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