June o2, 2o13
I started this one late last night and finished it (?) this morning and afternoon. I spent a lot of time on the graphic for this one too. Here's the thing I've learned about writing: 1. Things must change
2. Never think a poem is finished
3. Never be afraid to junk the whole mess and move on
4. ALWAYS look for new ways to say what you want to express
Full of
Moon
I’m
full of moon tonight
filled
with rain and sparrow smoke
Full of
shadows clinging tightly
holding
on to what is left of me
On a shelf
below the leaky sink
I think
I hear the kitchen knives
the coffee
cups and herbal teas
mourn
the crumpled tinfoil day
We are
afraid they softly whisper
too
afraid to greet the night
Without
our coat and scarf and hat
and leopard-spotted
gloves to match
At midnight
phantom joggers
thump
the Earth to death
Bobbing
lights and pale
white runner’s
breath
Sometimes
the moon is not enough
for them
or me
The stars
so very far away
from me
and them
Once in
a while I ache for emptiness
for
hooded nameless crows
To come
along and gently kindly
peck the
world blind—rrw o6-o2-13
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