…
;
I am weaving a story,
haunting a poem. I am going
to find a thousand ways to see
that madly moon.
(a flashlight,
a fingernail clipping,
God’s thumbprint,
a slight sky scar)
I am listening
(careful, prayerful)
to this billowed breeze,
these trees that know
all, tell some, hold some
back for winter frost.
(a frozen pond,
a small scrim tear,
a crescent of fire)
I am centered
in silence, the violence
of words undammed
and tumbled loose
to fly.
(a secret rune,
veiled ghost portrait,
woman disappearing at dawn)
I am stepping through
to something more, clacking
(black)
back to better selves.
(unfinished chalk ellipsis,
ivory Hobbit door)
{Stop me
if you’ve heard
this one before.}
..
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 3.
My favorite part: “haunting a poem.”
Oh my goodness, this is just wonderful! LOVE it! Wowzers!
I’d take any journey of woods with you.
Words… A journey of words. 😊