WRITING MY BROTHER
I create a world
of words
for you to be
alive in.
See, I give you
verbs
you walk...you talk
I surround you with
the necessary nouns
sustain you with
adverbs and adjectives
split the
infinitive.
I adjust the past
make it last
longer than
a future could be
change my mind
change time
tinker with the
what-could-be.
Here, I have us
a cloud of words
emanating from
our Christmas faces
making angels
the newest snow
on the tip of our tongues
on the tip of our tongues
or noses
awed by an Aurora
Borellis.
My breath
mingled with yours.
A star glows
trapped in a window pane
as if it only
shivers there.
A prisoner
of itself.
Now I change
the weather
see...it's summer
autumn whatever
I want it
to be
I reach for another
the next word
another page and
another page
until my pen
runs out of words
leaves you alone
upon a page
the blankness
terrifying.
"Brother mine
...Brian!"
"Shhh. . !" Death admonishes
". . .enough!"
as I try to keep you
alive for ever.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
WRITING MY BROTHER
I create a world
of words
for you to be
alive in.
See, I give you
verbs
you walk...you talk
I surround you with
the necessary nouns
sustain you with
adverbs and adjectives
split the
infinitive.
I adjust the past
make it last
longer than
a future could be
change my mind
change time
tinker with the
what-could-be.
Here, I have us
a cloud of words
emanating from
our Christmas faces
making angels
the newest snow
on the tip of our tongues
on the tip of our tongues
or noses
awed by an Aurora
Borellis.
My breath
mingled with yours.
A star glows
trapped in a window pane
as if it only
shivers there.
A prisoner
of itself.
Now I change
the weather
see...it's summer
autumn whatever
I want it
to be
I reach for another
the next word
another page and
another page
until my pen
runs out of words
leaves you alone
upon a page
the blankness
terrifying.
"Brother mine
...Brian!"
"Shhh. . !" Death admonishes
". . .enough!"
as I try to keep you
alive for ever.
