Exit Only“Because once you depart from this one-way road of life, there is just no getting back on.” beauty, sex Terrry Marotta 7/30/12 beauty, sex Terrry Marotta 7/30/12 A Poem on Love (and Words) Who can read this and fail to swoon at the beauty of the imagery? Wedding the Locksmith’s Daughter, by Robin Robertson The slow-grained slide to embed the blade of the key is a sheathing, a gliding on graphite, pushing inside to find the ribs of the lock. Sunk home, the true key slots to its matrix; geared, tight-fitting, they turn together, shooting the spring lock, throwing the bolt. Dactyls, iambics- the clinch of words - the hidden couplings in the cased machine. A chime of sound on sound: the way the sung note snibs on meaning and holds. The lines engage and marry now like vows, their bells are keeping time; the church doors close and open underground. Read More
beauty, sex Terrry Marotta 7/30/12 beauty, sex Terrry Marotta 7/30/12 A Poem on Love (and Words) Who can read this and fail to swoon at the beauty of the imagery? Wedding the Locksmith’s Daughter, by Robin Robertson The slow-grained slide to embed the blade of the key is a sheathing, a gliding on graphite, pushing inside to find the ribs of the lock. Sunk home, the true key slots to its matrix; geared, tight-fitting, they turn together, shooting the spring lock, throwing the bolt. Dactyls, iambics- the clinch of words - the hidden couplings in the cased machine. A chime of sound on sound: the way the sung note snibs on meaning and holds. The lines engage and marry now like vows, their bells are keeping time; the church doors close and open underground. Read More