poem 126 of a poem a day for 2012 (NaPoWriMo14)

    this is what the words are 

wings just waiting for me

outside the glass

knives to petal garland past

where butterflies

and beaks

clutch pearls

and lace the wind

stipple slow downs begin

enough to rest and turn

the eyes to iron

in a desert's heat

the beat, cold forged to

the spill memory

of nights when

I still myself

enough

to remember

to ask for

directions

single file caravans

stealth velvet

pound hammered

guarded silk and spices

and the value

of gold since that day

when the mines started

plentishing kingdom wealth

to fight for walls

and we have

on many many levels

ever since

I grew

in each quiet

molten pour of to be

with the devil that lived

inside of me all along

as even the cover breath

of pollen just outside

the glass too

are words

of this song 

that knew 

the root-languages

were born to the sands

so long ago

I am mud and straw

waiting to build fortifications

wading against the slow

evaporative crawling soul of

the animal inside me 

I have been in

a continuous

feed cycle since

this fire began

to harness metal

to salvage

what I might 

take with me

on the journey 

bridled and bitten

bleeding out

my divinity

for intelligence

in game show

thrilling fashion

the passion for more things

is firmly part of the garden here

I can't get out of here fast enough

the words will know

where to go as this is

why they are

just outside the window

just on the edge of swim

and let go into the undertow

this will bottle me a map

with old letters

with old words

with old music

and one drop

of immortality

scented to the next

just follow  

between wind

and wave

and the brave

blind Suns that

tomorrow

handfuls

its pocket with

like I might

pick up stones

to remember

true cardinal

ways home

in combed clouds

of graveyards and

whistle keys

and faith

for every tongue

for every groove

for every tide

for every poem

I see

taste

touch

hear

and smell

my way

to climb

ashore

and home

once more

inside you

EJR ©