I want to climb inside. Literally. I want to stand up from this seat and step one foot first and then the other into the screen. I want to shrink down so that each word needs to be hand constructed Each word requires the lifting of each line, of each letter balancing them adding to make them whole. (The dot above the “i” would be the respite, a moment to lift effortlessly.) I want to build line by line curve by curve dot by precious dot the words and lines that will make meaning. I want to feel the construction in my muscles and bones so that I can move out of my head I want to feel the construction in my muscles and bones so that I can move away from the others I want to feel the construction in my muscles and bones so that I can stop hearing my own thoughts I simply want to feel the construction in my muscles and bones.
Wow. So much imagery and longing here. This line really spoke to me “The dot above the “i” would be the respite, a moment to lift effortlessly.” — and maybe because it’s in brackets so I sat with it a little longer?
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What an enchanting poem, read aloud it has such a powerful effect. The search and the plea of finding answers is so strong. It came to a head when the last verse had the alternate lines repeated.
“I want to feel the construction in my muscles and bones .”
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What a delightful, captivating imagining of the process of writing, of the feel of writing, of the importance of writing. I really like the repetition of “I want to feel the construction in my muscles and bones” – and find myself wondering what it would feel like to hold these letters in my hands. Just beautiful!
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