Two days, two posts!
It’s all happening over at the Coyopa blogspot…
This new post is non-fiction. I write about how yesterday’s poem came into being. There are pictures and writing and all. It’s quite a scene. If I were you, I’d get over there right now and follow the action…
(Do you see the trend yet? Here’s a hint: soon this site will…
Heads up. I’ve just posted new poetry over at: the other blog :: Sometimes a Wild God Visits. Do go and read it, then subscribe to the blog, or follow, and comment :) (This Coyopa site will self-destruct in a matter of months and rise from the flames anew. Over and out.)…
I forget.
I remember and forget
and remember again.
One day,
When all the mystique of idiocy
Has rubbed off life
Like gold lacquer from oak,
I’ll forget so wholeheartedly
(Or remember so completely)
That I will forget to not dance
And remember my home
Beyond memory and forgetting
- the place where you are waiting
With your hands of milk and stars.
I know you are waiting…
Today, the earth began exhaling.
All Winter, it held its breath,
Kept its fragrance to itself,
Held itself so tight, I could feel its ribs ache.
But, today, the earth began to smell again.
What had been locked in its chest
Began to push back out at the world today.
Soon, primroses and garlic will follow that
Path of life’s breath into sunlight;
Now, it is simply the shifting…