Wents, hads, givens an OPS to sirens (Open Poem Search)
Cursory nothings by the poolside
uncled pollen—the most possible most
vague color, a shade
the air
Risk here
soft verb or verbs
show the shape of things
city wise sirens
between deftness
and farts
and no emphasis
Risk here
curve of breadth, coalesce
tie, untie
clock serpentine motivation
look
legendless
the sirens ebb and fade
help me help me help me help me
find new documents
the risk was there
from breath, from hunger
from weight
from mind, heartlessness of grasp
risk here
as forgetful as grasp
or self-flattery
music here
again the ebb of coming darkness
a French recital
and all sentiment gone now
The sunlight goes
my voice has hoarsed, dissipated
my time exists
around honoring trees, birds
documents, moonshine
eddies
and whatever is outside
Risk here, risk here, risk here, risk here, risk here, risk here
Hunger, hunger, hunger
YOU notice nimbler in response
how we sound like decrees
Risk, without pride now
no better, no more important
than sirens, wents, hads, givens
this is how YOU move
then and now and maybe later
Risk here: a muffle
and choke
and silence introduced
risk here overwhelms what was
sound, a levee between us
so to speak
Risk here, goes away
risk here comes back
risk here lies, risk here fades
risk here ties you to be untied
risk here knots you
Edit something, risk here
translate the information
into a NEW DOCUMENT
because this all we do with the past
beyond uniqueness or originality
find the present: RISK HERE
as if you were seeing a child
looking at your child
a work of fine art
a photograph in front of you
means exactly TAKE YOUR TIME
be good to magic
and eat something
like bread and fruit and share
the water melon
and fried chicken
risk doesn’t matter anymore here
because you’ve earned it
when it was already free
peace and Plato
Risk here, risk there, risk again
Photographs and photography
teach that looking takes risks
because Plato says
we have souls
what it means to speak
and see a surprise
a symposium
do your best to remember
the photograph in this poem
Plato said so
Darryl / Dadou / Baron Wawa is a Port-au-Prince born Haitian-American who studied Photography and Creative Writing. He enjoys chocolate and good books. That said, maybe a movie is a good book. He loves to work with images and words and their pairing.
