The slumber of winter hangs loosely now
it weaves
in and out of me
with deep implications
I sit
solitary
in reaped rows of life
with soft dirt between my toes
the sky was the limit
weathered winters -
upset winds
speak from tongues with guilt
that slice me into sections
and pound hereditary bones into powder
while my mind un-curls in rocked rhythm
at the intersection of what to do next
I go into hibernation
think of better days
as I undress my mind
with slow intention
one step each day
but all I hear are my thoughts that gather
and the ocean really doesn’t care
if I am sad
its rage is forever constant
cold and odorless
with a raw tilt
that wakes me with a small nudge
the world is burning to the ground
but it rains in my head
and spits ash
in the whitest of noise
as I catch my words
in hopes of releasing them again
but it is dark
so very dark
and I seem to have lost my way
in everyday poetry
jumbled
and swimming in the tears of an angel
and winter beats down upon me
settles at the bend of spine
somewhere in years
9/14/08
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
