I. Orleans
time went by in
slow-drip haze
long and
drawn
at the blue note
where smoke
fills the air
in whole notes
we drift
clear
unbound
full of beats and
sharp
like brass.
II. On an Island
on an island
marooned
i forget
how to swim
wingless wraith
lost
in shadow
drowning
in salted haze
empty
as the
scattered shells
broken
along the shore.
drifting
though hinterlands
beyond the sea.
III. Hinterlands
We have fallen into shadow,
wandering slow among tall alders
that undulate through winter's edge.
Breath spills silver from my lips
turning
in frosted loops
before drifting toward space.
We are silent as stones,
you and I,
sunken pillars upon the hill.
I am a secret
hiding fog-tipped along the path
we tread alone.
Tears turn acid on your skin
Burning furrows
along the back of my hand.
I am melting,
pouring sighs into a sinewy sea,
in quiet thoughts collecting
at your feet
like snow.
IV. The Search
snow
falls on cedars
cupping
blue grey tips
like ash
cold catches me
tripping
breath in
jagged draw
I search you
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Elms In The Boneyard
Poetry...a collection of poems exploring notions of time, place, and the inner emotive mind.
