For the Sake of Sounding « Sometimes...it just is «
of obsidian, twilight, and june
tomorrow, i will gain the hour
gathered from shrinking moments,
tucked mindfully with notions
i've preened into souvenirs.
when midday unarms itself of
mornings hoarse edge,
there will be no pleading burden
to wage war against.
every delicate sigh of suffering
will be passed over with the
candor of a kept tongue so
my words may fall fertile.
held against this hour,
the fervor eros confesses
will deliver glass from stone,
humbling the length of a day.
gathered from shrinking moments,
tucked mindfully with notions
i've preened into souvenirs.
when midday unarms itself of
mornings hoarse edge,
there will be no pleading burden
to wage war against.
every delicate sigh of suffering
will be passed over with the
candor of a kept tongue so
my words may fall fertile.
held against this hour,
the fervor eros confesses
will deliver glass from stone,
humbling the length of a day.
Mosquitobyte on June 7 2008 edit · delete Interesting, as per usual, my multi-minds see several things in this...hehe
I admit the "fertile" line threw me a tad also, though it does nonetheless convey a sense of "constructing meaning".
It's been a little while, glad to see another posting!
Mos.
