I cannot muster effort enough
to show what is and unspoken there
what little deserves and overly qualifies
a human to which I am particular.
There is a body:
made of sinews, contrasting with elasticity –
his rubberband arms and legs
cinnamon facades made for over-ambiguity –
preserving a heart perpetual pumped
this made of gears and specialized and goo
and rhetorical quips lighting globes,
strengthened tendons stand out
that perversely perform clarity
that he is fulfilled
to a simplicity.
A body.
But this is not enough
to show what human is
and mechanical is not, and
therefore I do an injustice to
A soul:
his strength is green briers filled with enduring
cups overflown with grins remorse
and woven strands of lives put past,
the roar of a motor in a desert light,
he takes what individual mocking birds
call out for: shooting hopes in stars,
brisk of night and fresh rainfalling
cloverleaf dances under moonlit
oceans, given to exotic anemones
and prideful strides.
This is maybe his soul.
Wednesday Hobson is a new student to Antioch University, and is in the process of obtaining her B.A. in Liberal Arts. Wednesday has never delved into the realm of poetry submission before, and is ecstatic for this opportunity to do so. Wednesday's latest work was held in Santa Clarita's SCV Space Theatre, where her two-act adaptation of Bram Stoker's Dracula was performed.