Description of Poetry
︎︎︎ Lawrence Bridges
︎ June 24, 2021
These short threads
tied to a caged fan
quiver as proof of air
As these words
prove breath, feel it!
of a short life anxious
With reverence of itself
puffing up stairs with
eager asking, who, how, why?
Arranging gifts
placing loved things here
in front of me, my desk
Is a platform for toys
of touch, service, intimacy,
and encouragement.
They enlarge to totems
by the shore saying nothing
except I was here, touched,
Loved, it was hot sometimes,
and it felt like, looked like
things visible in clear air.
tied to a caged fan
quiver as proof of air
As these words
prove breath, feel it!
of a short life anxious
With reverence of itself
puffing up stairs with
eager asking, who, how, why?
Arranging gifts
placing loved things here
in front of me, my desk
Is a platform for toys
of touch, service, intimacy,
and encouragement.
They enlarge to totems
by the shore saying nothing
except I was here, touched,
Loved, it was hot sometimes,
and it felt like, looked like
things visible in clear air.
Lawrence Bridges' poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and The Tampa Review. He has published three volumes of poetry: Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood with Red Hen Press.