I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
November 21, 2011
painting by hopper,poem by me
at Stravinsky's bed and breakfast of nails
half-rosed
petaled failed
a diagonal
cut wing
falls into
each of our formless
silences that sing
in the reeds
we use
to carry
nothing
but winged seeds
in every how
that we soared
we tilled time
with our smiles
til a now came
tine-stealing at
our faith
in bites
we can't
even stand one foot
in the weight
of each other
shadow or light
as all we do
is fight
over how much sleep
we need
to bleed out
a cold
conducted
finale
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"we can't
ReplyDeleteeven stand one foot
in the weight
of each other" ... So good. This, and the closing stanza.