I've always carried myself as the poem...

photo by Edward Rinaldi ©

I've always carried myself as the poem

praises sewn patches satchel
thatching planned well wishes 
and wants out windows 
moving and dead letter slow...

what once was, 
a favorite tune 
I catch the wind with, 
is carrying the melodies...

says trade 
with me 
will we 
time 
only if I, 
feed it rhythms, 
ritual phrases 
and the afterglow 

intentions 
mentioned 
coming in 
or out 
of phase

something tombstones 
as well as bones 
know souls 
will leave 
behind...

residues 
and clues 
knew names 
were vague 

scent 
was a stem 
buried ice 
chambered 
hibernation 
crawl spawn 
carrion activist 
no sign needed 
to get the words across...


EJR ©