ascribe to me a body
easily broken
that I might bear a story for every scar
assign to me a body
hurt so deeply
the only way to cry would be
a howl
ascribe to me a body
shaped by moments
so time with
you
is
carved
into my craft
author me a body
honed by longing
that I might write
of smoke & spark & flame
blissful fire...
sweet pain
timeless twilight
graceful dawns, easy waking
thresholds, moonscapes
oceans, shorelines
hope's wilderness
ascribe to me this body
changed and grateful
that I might die
with you
as my last thought
5 comments:
Welcome, Harlequin.
This one has a nice flow and the structure feels like animated water to me.
Such a lovely piece. It seems to be washed in moonlight. I love
"hope's wilderness."
I too really liked "hope's wilderness" and also "blissful fire" and the chant-like quality, which made it a delight to read.
very well done - fantastic images
thank you for these helpful and, in themselves, lyrical comments.... and so thoughtful as well.
the felt sense of chant was one I am glad was, well, felt :)
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