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Nameless                      Ringing the Changes

 

At the Margin                      Our Magic

 

Nameless

Calm sea in the bay
only a furl of light at the rim
 
and a shell fragment shining clear
out of a dull scatter
 
       I am the one
 
a small arc of white
like a finger nail clipping.
 

Caroline Natzler

in collection Still, 2019, Grenadine Press,
ISBN 978-1-911289-42-5


 
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Ringing the Changes

Spirits whistling
high on the tricky radiance of happening
 
glitches and mutations
complexity that grows and falls away
 
oscillation of invisible strings
vibrations that make all matter
 
the music of the spheres
 
and the bump in data
deep in an underground chamber
 
the god particle
that gave substance to the universe
 
your spirits spinning in the infinite regress
of the final secret.
 

Caroline Natzler

in collection Only, 2015, Grenadine Press,
ISBN 978-0-9532537-1-5


 
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At the Margin

I thought it was a flake of ash
on swirling brown waters
 
I thought it was the light of a person
ghosting the dark sky
 
I thought of all the poems about it
and the silence.
 

Caroline Natzler

in collection Only, 2015, Grenadine Press,
ISBN 978-0-9532537-1-5


 
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Our Magic

Not virgin saints calmly bearing water in a sieve
or smirking witches whisking over the sea in a sieve
 
but nervy little beings, dirt under our fingernails
the sun accidentally haloing our hair
 
who soar and plummet, every chancy day.
 

Caroline Natzler

in collection Fold, 2014, Hearing Eye,
ISBN 978-1-905082-72-8


 
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