Poem: Glass Pitcher

 

Glass Pitcher

  

swoops of glass 

swerve down upward

weightless without falter,

 

inward-turning-outward

nimble of mood to spout

with elemental ease,

curves of sculptural water

which tango akimbo 

limb-to-waist,

 

so many beguiling 

illustrious crystal phantoms,

so much visual, abundant

invisibility.

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9/26 ... rearranged the stanzas to avoid a rhyme-trap.  .. + all commas for fluidity

7/20/25 .. didn't really capture anything of the pitcher,... sad...

7/31/24 

Aug 7, 22

... "nimble of moods"

 ... changed a period to a comma