Poetry zoom meeting
Tonight my eye overpowers my ear –
the poets' words are smudged
by low bandwidth on my side, but:
the physics of their faces brings out more
than would occur to them to compose!
Eye-shadow, on a poetess's eyelids,
shimmers omniscient lilac,
bewitching my gaze –
the geometry of her eyebrows
is clear, a directive to me
as regards poetry: foreheads shine
their light. One elderly gentleman
carries a cup of skin
at his throat, filled
with magical warblings.
And see the nostrils
of another: fiercely sculpted,
so the asymmetries of truth
can be inhaled truly.
Another's unevenly opening mouth
tells his spirit's wryness,
cautiously trusting, that generous utterance
shall be brought forth
on the tray of a careful, confident tongue.
The reading ends,
what I've been served turns, abruptly, black,
and all disappears
back into the unseen.
– Silke Heiss