september 28

 

 

 

Can we go back to June with summer stretched before us

like the body of a river snake

 

so happy in it's repertory, spirillum.

 

It's good eye, just as mine, a spoon

carved by a leaf inuction, laying it's

 

oil on my cracked feet like an electric dragon.

Can we go back to when our legs

 

were the wire between two posts, talking thru

generations.

 

When the underthrust of a hill accepts as it's charge

that vaward belief that rock can cover glitter

 

when devotion wears down. When my yellow, dim

light no longer sparkles; the warm rain and apples

 

to the earth. Both my and your hair falls out

like scripture from a branch, window sill

and it didn't hurt;

 

when having you in the house trying bread

was brightness, energy

 

canonical gospel, born on a single

prick of my

 

diabetic finger. Soft woods of a sombrous

wind,

 

take us back.

Reviews

[beautiful dreamer]

this is purely beautiful. it contains so much pathos it nearly made me cry. i love your word choice and how well you use logos and ethos in your writing. i like how you break you phrases as well, it works really well :) this is a great piece keep writing!

[Emily B]

oh, a cry on the wind, i hear it, and will sing a song into the breeze, yes i will

[Tree]

A jolting smooth gentle flow of remembrance. I am fond of the way you associate and connect your memories and ideas/ to tangible potent metaphors. I don't know if this makes any sense, but reading this poem was like riding shotgun in an old-weathered pickup, covered in and dragging behind it a string of christmas lights. Of every color. A electric tour down memory lane, I guess?