we have come again
to the cold womb of the year.
we drift and eddy,
sweepings of an aimless wind
in a frozen ditch.
Ummm... yeah... I think this one's a little weird.
No offense.
Posted by: Evan Lamos at January 2, 2007 04:21 PMyou know, i've always thought of wombs as nice warm places. it's when you come out of them that you start screaming, and i don't think it's because it gets warmer out here. wombs are dark and warm. kind of like my bed at night. sigh. . .now there's a happy thought.
Posted by: Yemen at January 3, 2007 12:11 AMI never did get your poetry. I get the cold-womb image, I think...the new year is born and here we are, and the womb left behind is cold. But what the? Why are you rhapsodizing about the aimless wind in the frozen ditch?
Posted by: Krista at January 3, 2007 02:20 PMFurthermore, my name isn't Eddy. And I resent the implication.
In our hemisphere, January is cold. And frankly kind of depressing. I think the imagery here makes sense.
Posted by: rich at January 6, 2007 07:29 AMthanks, eddy.
wombs that are cold are supposed to be weird. it's not normal. neither are feelings of aimlessness. cold wombs and frozen ditches are also not life-producing, by the way, just like aimless people.
just a few triggers. hope they help.
Posted by: bob at January 17, 2007 12:43 PM