a single bending lilac branch —
she is melodrama blooming.
a singsong laugh at notions of frailty;
something to sharpen your teeth on,
pending the great fatigue of
a mouth unable to resonate.
constancy in disjointed heartbeat — resonate
in the chest cavity, echoing in each aortic branch
the rise and fall an involuntary gesture of
spotlighting presence; teeming, blooming
luminosity more intrinsic than could ever be turned on
with the flick of a switch, she taunts frailty.
the delicate vane of the feather invokes frailty,
not the stem, whose saunter resonates
a steady wavelength that goes on and on,
inking a tattoo of an olive branch
on porcelain skin — blooming
into permanence outlasting the materials we’re made of.
her inhibitions are a labyrinth of
negotiations within what defines frailty,
a garden of wallflowers blooming
in the dark. rooted with resonate
meaning never fulfilled — maybe you should branch
out; but a comfort zone is pavement un-walked on.
can you lend a limb to go out on?
a missing appendage in dislocation of.
sharpen the end of a branch
to get to the point; shed frailty
sticks more than stones resonate —
swarms of deadwood blooming.
she is unbeautiful blooming;
the abject art object to agitate on.
feelings of unease resonateresonateresonate
razorblades trapped inside her pretty mouth, a mirror of
how it feels to gaze fallacious upon perceived frailty:
snap the glass, shatter the branch.
varium et mutabile semper femina: reservoir of
paradoxes in boxes marked “fragile” — frailty
unknown; infinite possibility is a single bending lilac branch.
[trx_infobox style=”regular” closeable=”no” icon=”icon-feather” color=”#000000″ bg_color=”#7EDCF4″ top=”inherit” bottom=”inherit” left=”inherit” right=”inherit”]”I am a fourth year English major (double-minoring in psychology and music), and though I’ve been writing from a very young age, with shifts in genre preferences accompanying different phases in my life, poetry seems to be a mainstay. I wrote this sestina to get a feel for the style and ended up really liking it. It was inspired by a weird amalgamation of a Laura Marling album, an Ella Yelich-O’Connor interview, an Emily Dickinson poem, and my own experiences with notions of femininity.”
-Megan Lapierre[/trx_infobox]
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