i shall carry with me
the steel morning as words
unmoving in swathes,
petrified
in my shoulders
and i shrug,
unbecoming of Atlas.
all the birds gone.
only trees zither
untold messages -
all stones displaced
in riverbed silence.
in the night
there is a lyre
and the fingers
nimble-dancing, unplayed,
alone as wind
fuses with ornate drivel.
my bones rattle
in unimpeachable oblivion!
an inamorata weeping
left touched without
violent hands, arms choke
out nuisances from
still-sitting inamoratas.
the loom of my hands
famished with light's fabric,
the children's laughter
frayed as i genuflect in thorns
and bleed only minute blood.
the threshold breaks
in the unrest of somnolent eyes.
a somnambulist without path,
a path without feet,
or no journey at all!
time's monuments leveled off
the Earth and the clanging
of metal collides with air,
a senseless caveat -
all gone, all gone!
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
i shall carry with me
the steel morning as words
unmoving in swathes,
petrified
in my shoulders
and i shrug,
unbecoming of Atlas.
all the birds gone.
only trees zither
untold messages -
all stones displaced
in riverbed silence.
in the night
there is a lyre
and the fingers
nimble-dancing, unplayed,
alone as wind
fuses with ornate drivel.
my bones rattle
in unimpeachable oblivion!
an inamorata weeping
left touched without
violent hands, arms choke
out nuisances from
still-sitting inamoratas.
the loom of my hands
famished with light's fabric,
the children's laughter
frayed as i genuflect in thorns
and bleed only minute blood.
the threshold breaks
in the unrest of somnolent eyes.
a somnambulist without path,
a path without feet,
or no journey at all!
time's monuments leveled off
the Earth and the clanging
of metal collides with air,
a senseless caveat -
all gone, all gone!
Request permission to use this poem