"threaden" poems
At the kitchen sink,
raw hands scrubbed clean
of associations, the untraceable
scent of you overwhelmed me.
Its subtlety was disarming,
trawling nights of salty tongues
and toothpasted underbrush,
of bundled mornings
and the Führer’s glassy eye,
bright blue. Of wan starlight
gleaming on placid lake
and raucous beer-spiked nights
across the water. That light
presaged different things for both of us.
But that night you lingered close
on air, edging the doorjambs wedged
with year-old hesitations,
the driftwould crumbling
the threaden footfalls between
your house and mine.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
Dream, chaotic misadventures yesterday;
Abyss of grief in favour
For thy been sadness savour,
Drew and flew to pensioner of wander's barrier.
Dream, sad-tuned tale of vision;
A lush vale of seeking the tranquility,
Undistinguish'd hopeful tomorrow,
Whereon dream is past; threaden the vision's sorrow.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
Beyond the aching lapis fields,
Which causes tears from eyes to reel,
Lies in utter darkness
An orb burning in the starkness.
It burns a hue no coal could master, Polished in brilliant alabaster.
And as this lonely beast from heaven dangles,
By a single silken threaden tangle,
I snap its bare thread,
Without a solemn dread.
And I bring it close to my heart,
Swearing from it to never part.
Yet, once I bring my eyes to peer,
I find a lonely coal of woe and fear.
And now I let the wind the ashes take,
For now my heart does ever quake.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC