Scotch Pine and Pogonip After Cockrow
Scotch Pine and Pogonip After Cockcrow:
How do I carry the words of God without knowing the language of love? Many times I have measured the meaning of my being and I have not known the name of my own heart. The arching echo of madness is the spinning coin that falls without a call to land. But, I hear the decaying whisper of my younger years more than I thought I would. Now I am coiled in an undiscovered effort to save my own body. I find myself waiting for Him to arrive, but the calloused marrow of clouds that hover over jasmine and white lilac is turning into a tureen of red flags. A burning fog hugs the dawn, and the soon-to-be Spring strays away from the aching Winter. I know I am too far from the leaving leaves of my own dispatched downfall. I long for the twinge of this mysterious life to be over. Until then, and as always, I will continue to conjugate my days as if I am the verb to be.
©️Winter Dawn Burns
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Transcendent imagery. Precise word choice. The final line “Until then, and as always, I will continue to conjugate my days as if I am the verb to be” keeps coming to mind since reading your poem earlier in the day. Grateful you are participating in Lexpomo. Thank you
Thank you so much for reading my poem and for your thoughtful and kind comment. I am so glad that you enjoyed it and that it stayed with you through the day!
Thank you so much for reading my poem and for your thoughtful and kind comment. I am so glad that you enjoyed it and that it stayed with you through the day!