Kansas Isn’t Flat

I fell into its ringing distances,
miles chimed by bell clapper heads
of wheat swaying back and forth
to the time of my shallow breath.

Wayside cornflower’s blue flame
scorched my body raw, a cheek flapping
howl hollowed out to the tin buzz
of cheap wind chimes outside the white
farmhouse flecks flying past. No human
caught my slight arc plummeting
past the amber waving walls
on which they walked like flies.

Tumbling through an endless tinnitus
I blacked out and awoke on the silence
of Table Mountain, rose and looked across
glass calm Lake Granby, Colorado.

For dVerse Poets Open Link Night.


21 thoughts on “Kansas Isn’t Flat

  1. Sounds like you had a Dorothy-like experience, Matt–I certainly wasn’t in Kansas anymore reading this. The center stanza is exquisite, word perfect in whirling image, and likewise everything else that bookends it.

  2. really??? i did not know that! thank you for painting this picture to kill my (sorry to say) depressing view of Kansas 🙂 Now…I may come to visit lol

    Blame the movies. It looked dreadful, you must agree 🙂

      • ohhh lmao! ok, and that makes sense too… was in Colorado at one time visiting a friend and actually write a poem about it’s “flatness” lol… it will be in my book coming out in April. The poem is titled “Tennessee Wishing” just in case you pick up a copy 🙂

  3. I know this country, and have stood looking from the Springs on Cheyenne Mtn. across the high vast plains of Eastern CO to Kansas up to Illinois. That sense of space – land, sky and horizon is full and filled and undulates with visions. The mind sees history as it moved there. Loved the imagery in this, Matt.

  4. This is exquisite, Matt– your work reminds me a bit of Travis Mossotti’s– I reviewed his collection at http://loquaciouslyyours.com — look under book review tab– I love your masterful lyricism:

    I fell into its ringing distances,
    miles chimed by bell clapper heads
    of wheat swaying back and forth
    to the time of my shallow breath.

    Such a gorgeous, replete image and such wonderful music with the diphthongs..th… xxxj

  5. This is either dream or nightmare or living nightmare. You have captured that sense of terror that would surely accompany such an event. That you leave the question open as to whether this is real or not is a virtue, since the feeling of suspense at knowing actually enhances the feeling of suspension one no doubt feels being swept away by a tornado. This is an excellent poem in its matter of fact way of describing an incredible event.

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