We Hold These Truths To Be
Nature’s hold on me is loosed.
Shagbarks & starlings, brooks & boulders,
all my soothing balms heated
and thinned away.
Chipped cement, smashed glass
sing a song of consequence
to my bound skeleton,
this moribund meat prison
whose thoughts set fires
and whose voice is drowned
in the free-dooms
we’ve been gifted.
8 thoughts on "We Hold These Truths To Be"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
This is a shifty one… letting one thought begin before changing directions. Wonderful sounds and images.
Agree ^
Heavy shifts with your delicate language.
Feel.
in the free-dooms/we’ve been gifted — poignant and profound!
my bound skeleton,
this moribund meat prison
whose thoughts set fires
and whose voice is drowned
in the free-dooms
we’ve been gifted.
love how searingly sardonic you are here… if I’m reading you wrong there’s almost a “thanks for nuttin’!” vibe here. I giggled. loved this poem.
I especially enjoy the “sing a song of” nursery rhyme allusion.
The second line sings—love the sounds.
Chiming in on the ‘sing a song of’ – that snagged my brain *hard*, in a good way. Love it.
Strong imagery. Good poem.