“Smelling Salts” – Poem By: Heather Whitley Gibson

Lakes unheard, invisible face
know tabs or taped tapes
sheathed de-generate
masked, unmarked; irrigating
floating fish, regenerating
relaxed and laxing
renounced, water writing
medicinal, waste; sponging sponges
already pronounced
ingested, re-laced, shoe’s taxing
chemicals read, the Dolly Madison
wrapped sticky fingers go, unharmed
jars of jelly, zingering bees, linted, farmed
spinning machines, smoking hair, trapped
melting eardrums, lounge and linger
smelting broken, baked timber finger
Alaska baked pies, or somewhere else
a whirlpool, lapping, capped
someone swimming, tosses smelling salts
bearing the names, of unremarkable
lines of melting-fishing pole vaults

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3 comments on ““Smelling Salts” – Poem By: Heather Whitley Gibson

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  2. granbee says:

    Wonderful description of the way I feel after fishing with my husband all day, then being left to clean up buckets, etc.!! Terriffically evocative, Heather. I can smell the scales and the guts!

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