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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Poem-A-Day: Flux by Afaa Michael Weaver

December 5, 2013
Flux


I am a city of bones 
deep inside my marrow, 
a song in electric chords, 
decrescendo to mute, rise 
to white noise, half silences 
in a blank harmony as all 
comes to nothing, my eyes 
the central fire of my soul, 
yellow, orange, red--gone 
in an instant and then back 
when I am, for a glimpse, 
as precise as a bird's breath, 
when I am perfect, undone 
by hope when hope will not 
listen, the moon wasting 
to where I need not worry 
that bones turn to ash, 
a brittle staccato in dust.
 
 

 

Copyright © 2013 by Afaa Michael Weaver. Used with permission of the author.

About This Poem
"'Flux' was inspired by the thirty-sixth chapter of the Dao de Jing as translated by Jonathan Star and D.C. Lau, and by August Wilson's play Gem of the Ocean. The phrase 'city of bones' is a reference to Wilson's play."

--Afaa Michael Weaver

Most Recent Book by Weaver




 The Government of Nature
(University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013)


 

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Afaa Michael Weaver is the author of numerous books of poems, including The Government of Nature (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013). He teaches at Simmons College in Boston. 


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