Don’t try to stop me

;
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

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4 Responses to Don’t try to stop me

  1. Mandie Hines says:

    My favorite part: “haunting a poem.”

  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh my goodness, this is just wonderful! LOVE it! Wowzers!

  3. Kir Piccini says:

    I’d take any journey of woods with you.

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