Poetry Hiatus

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Give me something I can use,
some radiant blues and a matching
breeze, something besides this
river of bones, word stones
longing for sharper teeth.

Save me from these distant shallows,
the mask that swallows up
the rest of what I am; the cold
collapse of lung and pause
and breath, the death

of a vivid life inhaled from
all sides. Let me slide along
this sacred moon
-spilled track, get back to an
emerging sky, full reeled and
revealed by greater gifts than mine.

 

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wordled

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4 Responses to Poetry Hiatus

  1. Gimme gimme. Glad to read ghizmo again

  2. This is a sad one. “Give me something I can use” – that’s hard, at certain times of life. Love is the only thing with permanent currency. And that can be hard to see / find in difficult situations. In the end it’s true that nature soothes.
    So good to have you back!

  3. Aris says:

    “a matching
    breeze, something besides this
    river of bones”

    This makes me think of burning the remnants of something … your identity, a memory, pain … so that you can fully start over … with that breeze. A spiritual rebirth, maybe.

  4. oldegg says:

    How well this piece reads especially the internal rhymes in the work.

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