A Poem by Sy Roth

Shrinking World

 

Espied a shrinking world

loath to participate on it

its circumference half-radii

so small I would eventually

find my feet entwined

around  my head

 

Buttressed by air

Proximate distance from my body

A wordless composition- paper’s thickness

Rustles close to the rank smells of being.

 

Pushing desires--

To push away from the others

Spring clean and shove it all into plastic sheets,

shrink-wrap the flotsam

and leave them unprotected from winter winds

and a scalding summer sun.

 

Met myself in a zone of silence

Where it all shrank to a pencil nub

pink eraser the only monument plopped at its summit

an effervescent bubble pops mid-air

showering a nasal spray of dis-ease

smelly big toe waggles serpentine by my nose

curling up into the venomous air.

 

I with it

Infectious weevil.

 

 

 

Sy Roth comes riding in and then canters out. He resides in Mount Sinai , far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to find words for solace.   He spends his time writing and playing his guitar. He has published in many online publications. One of his poems, Forsaken Man, was selected for Best of 2012 poems in Storm Cycle.  Twice selected Poet of the Month in Poetry Super Highway .  He was named Poet of the Month for the month of February in BlogNostics. Included in Poised in Flight anthology.  A Murder of Crows named Poem of the Week in Toucan.