I write to you in my mind
on beautiful crisp white parchment
I write sacred things
disguised as daily minutiae
things of magnitude only
because of mundanity
small glimpses of the vast empty
hidden in the overgrown wastelands
milestone markers to nowhere
to a land inhabited by ephemera
daliesque in it's discrepancies
in relation to the current realities
i write mile after mile of dragging letters
a breadcrumb trail eaten by carrion birds
that grow fat on both joy and misery
i am like a plough horse, in a field
overused and crumbling, but still
i work the rows, for no one has
released me from the harness
my words are mud, on crispest snow
turned to water and frozen to rime
my words are finest gibberish
bedlamese, sublime,
vapour in a hurricane
a cry in a bottle
the salt in a tear
my words....are the ellipses
of my understanding of your life.
I write to you in my mind
and post the letters to you memory.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
I write to you in my mind
on beautiful crisp white parchment
I write sacred things
disguised as daily minutiae
things of magnitude only
because of mundanity
small glimpses of the vast empty
hidden in the overgrown wastelands
milestone markers to nowhere
to a land inhabited by ephemera
daliesque in it's discrepancies
in relation to the current realities
i write mile after mile of dragging letters
a breadcrumb trail eaten by carrion birds
that grow fat on both joy and misery
i am like a plough horse, in a field
overused and crumbling, but still
i work the rows, for no one has
released me from the harness
my words are mud, on crispest snow
turned to water and frozen to rime
my words are finest gibberish
bedlamese, sublime,
vapour in a hurricane
a cry in a bottle
the salt in a tear
my words....are the ellipses
of my understanding of your life.
I write to you in my mind
and post the letters to you memory.
thinking on the ways we deal with grief, as i stand at a friends father's funeral....
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