A distant quarry truck’s reverse beeper has gone bad, and trills just like a digital alarm clock. Dueling chickadees tumble through the air.
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A distant quarry truck’s reverse beeper has gone bad, and trills just like a digital alarm clock. Dueling chickadees tumble through the air.
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Sentence
My own, I am I know my hardest
and my most exacting prisoner,
most watchful sentinel braced
wakeful against the threshold–
And so sometimes I much prefer
the randomness of sound unpinned
from any explanation– the beeper
of a quarry truck trilling distant
like a digital alarm, the vowels
spelled by dueling chickadees
in the air. Even the ragged fringe
along a line of trees reverses
the abrupt shear where ridge
meets rain-filled sky into
a kind of noise.
~ Luisa A. Igloria
01 26 2011
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ANOTHER SENTENCE
(After Luisa’s)
It is the retrieval of the limp bodies now piled
six-deep from the quarry’s downhill rampage
that assails even the prayerful dirges sounding
more like a pounding charivari, clangour of
spades against rock clashing with diggers’ calls
for gargling gasps of the dying and shushing
threats to yelping dogs and barking policemen
to plead for silence, a doleful quietude of hope
for hands to cut through the rubble, for faces
really, spitting clay and fighting through debris,
but the strangeness of a startling quarry truck
reverse beeper gone bad does the quelling work
instead like stifling a waking-up snore through
the trill of an alarm clock that’s advertised as
able to rouse even the dead; then stone silence
breaks through but instantly ruptured by the trill
of sparrows lining the pell-mell polewires;
the thud of the quarry truck’s spade startles
a duelling pair that tumbles through torn thicket,
the trilling sounds continue while a weary sun
sets signalling the perching hour of sparrows
absently chirping a cacophony of evening songs
as they have done before and yet to do
though hillsides crumble, or heavens weep,
or quarry truck reverse beepers beep crazily, too.
— ALBERT B. CASUGA
Mississauga, 1-26-11
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interesting . . . we were writing similar/ corresponding small stones today:
http://jadepagepress.blogspot.com/2011/01/river-stone26.html
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Sychronicity :)
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Nice metaphor, Nan!