Oh they wondered what the wind was for
scattering kernels upon dark floors
raising arms like fronds in breeze
calling troops of last frost seeds
rising now above their needs
they wondered -
had they sinned before?
shattered deeds perhaps, and maybe less
but maybe more than click of knees
cornered bent for scattered creed
locked and chasing seasons tease
and here now, hearing wind
feeling whispering, teasing,
wind.
Life is just exhausting but we must live it still
looking for redemption and a heart shaped pill
battered like a butterfly scared to jump from window sills
life is just exhausting but we must live it still.
Like cracks in walls you’ve built but never quite can fill
now comes old man’s cold and dragging fear of hills
there is a husk that won’t break open in the mill
like cracks in walls you’ve built but never quite can fill.
The choice is yours to make I’m told, we have free will
and someone also said, there might be diamonds in the swill
maybe even you can celebrate the conquest of your ills
the choice is yours to make - apparently we have free will.
Sometimes feelings are the hardest skill
like the hesitating rain before a suffocating chill
you see dark birds rolling like a wheel above a kill
and sometimes feelings are the very hardest skill.
Life is just exhausting and yes, you live it still
like cracking walls you build but never quite fulfill
the choice is yours to make I know you have free will
and sometimes feelings, are the very hardest skill.
Like
faces
in a tear
raggededy
rough
as they are
the racing car
lamps of your eyes
tracing, scratching lines
towards the inward
imaginings of selfish ‘I’
whirling in surprise
chasing those that hide
already cold as shudders
break, like new waves in ice
across the movers and the lies
doggedly tough
as they are
like trapped sky cries
wrapped in furrows and twine
there, sighting cloudline
blistered gaze
falling now
with bow and rise -
she’s a strange insect
flailing in a night jar
catching scent of moon
and twilight brings her soon -
tell your pacing heart
these pulses, these flashes
these little arcs of light
they, are just
the start.