A Windless Cold

so blows the wind that blows within;

frayed strands of isolation tucked

within the illusion of the simplest things;

themes and schemes drawn in quarter notes on velum

sit silently on the music rest ~ keys pressed

in memory’s lockbox;

 

bluejean buttonholes riddle her fingers like dandelion fluffs snagged on barbed wire;

          she sits in the bluegrass chips of her own enigma

brushing stained knees of words she can no longer argue or

even

recognize.

 

And on the first day of Autumn and well into muttering

abnormal Babinksi toes; cicada madrigals squeeze through the screen and tear at the sky,

when all she needs are mended wings and blue paper menageries against the moon . . .

© 2012 j

Reviews

[Forest Green]

Binding limitations, yet the mind seeks and finds another avenue to journey along, allowing this sense or that to make clearer sense of it all, and inspiration courses through challenged yet unabated, to the out-course of one more river's bank.

Fine writing..!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your word usage is a box of mind chocolates~ I feel like a Milk genie let loose in a wonderland of adjectives and nouns and action verbs . . . .

[J]

[giggles] flattered by your graciousness [says she nibbling m&m's]. thank you!

[Gandré]

always so wonderfully untouchable.. you are an hopeless romantic writer and a woman without age..it could be anyone, anywhere. nice abstraction and lyrical poetry, my dear Jill.. love.

[Ed Hart]

of course this is beautiful...i think mended wings are on sale today...as for the opening line, well that's cosmic

[Tate Morgan]

i wish i could know this inwardly at times I wonder are we kidding ourselves and each time i see the news i wonder what redeeming quality do we posses? Maybe its you

[Kelly Scheppers]

There is no one that moves me like you do...you are extraordinairily wonderful, in so many ways!

xo