"chalaza" poems
There is an entire universe
of embryonic possibilities
flowing and skating together
as ideas clash
and thoughts soak
in chalaza
With a crack
it all gargles out
a scrambled mess
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
I was an egg.
Tough exterior, and complicated but soft on the inside.
My chalaza
You held me together.
Kept my soul in place.
I was albumen, yolk, air space, membranes...
*You were my chalaza*
and then you weren't
You ripped yourself from me, broke my membranes right from the inside.
My yolk crashed with nothing to hold
My air followed you out
I was left to suffocate in pieces of myself, damaged in a way I could never repair
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
What if this made it happen
will I call it karma
I see derivatives
and you renal
when we see calculi
Should have held on tight when we had thing, I let loose
I'll retrieve what I buried
when I get close,
No different from a dog, a nuzzler
Shall you find a biznaga
then follow your fourth sense,
for that's where lies my chalaza
All that is but a lost sailor,
hoping you'll see the tip of his jibboom
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC