Archive for August 23, 2011

This Way Out

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 23, 2011 by dc

Where sits
The skeletal tease,

The peach-tissued skin
Of the wallflower,

The dead eyes
Of a new lamb at dawn?

She’ll tell you
There’s only one way
To catch a summer fly,
Two hands falling
In speed and desire.

A voice as cold
As a soothsayers
Frozen truths,

A swollen tear
Reflecting dissected
Confusion,

The songbird,
The winter,
The icy lake
Glinting,

A forest sat scarred.

Who carved
The eagle
Into the tree,
The fox,
The wolf?

Why not
Just let it be?

I’m lost
And so is she,

This celebration’s
Over.