my boots are wet & jacket's pulled
tight against this chest. A rusted
leaf rolls
& curls against his boot
—intentions blurred,
perhaps forgotten, hidden within
his own eyes. Perceiving only
bones, —the notes
written in past snows, layers frozen as impossible. Possibility—long paused
by Influence's edit, resumed again
in "grammar, please..."
(whispered to me) Uncertainty reflected
& we listen
in the rustling of pages—echoes' continued to syllables exhale. His
thought ripples the pages—our eyes weighted in ink,
as notion tumbles
rested
onto another table.
YOU ARE READING
Of Yesterday
Poetry[Completed] Of Yesterday is a poetry collection written over the last decade, and deals intimately with emotions related to loss, grief, love, recovery and renewal. The pictures used in this chapbook are my own photographs, taken and edited personal...
