Alison Rosalie

Rookie (March 12,1991 / Regina, SK)

Prologue To Spring. - Poem by Alison Rosalie

little shimmering lights
mad faceted surfaces

i must have something
in my eyes.


someone
convinces me
everything
improves.


and i know that
soft manic Laughter
who used to reside

at the bottom of murky lakes
bubbling with the excrement
of birds

like a blurred girl, beaten -
hurriedly buried
in heavy fetters,

billows up, now

but
after
this little episode
of escaping restrictions

there shift the bones, still
swooning, with nothing to do but sink
and try to see past the surface -


and the trees they sway
in a stomachbundling way

the sky is murky gray, it shakes
while the clouds they skip and hesitate


my eyes they always deceive me

i always believe what they say.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010



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