though weary and rugged
how many times can I speak
about having grown
my memories into answers
and into prayers
begging for rain and reprieve
and reasons to remain
history doesn't have to betray
it can be a recipe
you've always meant to try
...keep reading
overhead, birds circle in clouds
I map them in words
coax them to perch as guards
although tomorrow
they want to be in the parade
and have the last line
_________
Pic: It's so beautifully, unbelievably golden when I look up.
6 comments:
Beautiful poem! And beautiful photo.
Wow.
This poem had me enthralled at the very first line. I stopped and reread that line at least four times. It's huge and incredible.
I love, love, love this poem. I can't even take the time right now and talk about it or analyze it. I'm so taken with it, especially the imagery of the first two stanzas. Thank you.
Thank you!
Thank you so much, Jenny!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Nance. This one grew itself for the most part...
Such lovely leaves.
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