After A BAJILLION YEARS I'm finally posting a new piece. Sorry it took forever ^^ Life's been busy lately.
"Poem for the Ocean"
Cure me of this drought.
You have been known to call down the rain
and my forest fire-heart, heaving and sun-sparked,
needs the coolness of summer storms.
You are a sea; and I can do nothing but cling to your shores like sand,
hope to be swept off to the depths so I might understand them.
I am a knowable thing, clear and crisp;
the smell of pine forests, moonshine—
a distillation of all my youthful restlessness.
I want to run til I can drink the air like vodka,
clear and crystalline in my lungs.
My spirit is hungry, an Appalachian wendigo—
a wind eating its way across the Kentucky border,
carving great bites in the mountain flesh.
Though well-acquainted with the contours of lace,
often weaving its silky strings myself,
I am no spider, and your sea swell lace crests elude me.
I am no sea captain, cannot read your ocean currents
but the restlessness that sits beneath my lungs
and crawls its prickling way up my spine
makes me feel that I’ve never been better.
Though you may sound of sadness there is a peace in you.
You bring the sweet quiet of thunderclouds in early evening,
a premature twilight dusk that for once I do not fear.
I recover from my scrapes and scrambles; I am still
picking blood from my ears, grass and reeds from my teeth.
But for once my fingers cease their skittering and
in your rains I find my heart able to settle down to rest
where it may grow roots into mountainsides
so that I may wander freer than before,
learn to trust my sword-arm again.
I still feel like this piece
isn't quite right; it's been fighting me. But I don't know what else to
do with it - as it is, it says what I mean, but perhaps not quite in the
right form. Does it seem jumbled to you? Bleh. I'd love to hear if you
can make anything of it. If not...yeah, suggestions on what to do might
be helpful there, too, haha.
For and about a dear friend of mine. Ours is a strange relationship, haha...but he's the closest thing to a shaman I've met in a long while, and he is rather like a cooling summer rain for my spaz of a spirit.
For and about a dear friend of mine. Ours is a strange relationship, haha...but he's the closest thing to a shaman I've met in a long while, and he is rather like a cooling summer rain for my spaz of a spirit.
"Poem for the Ocean"
Cure me of this drought.
You have been known to call down the rain
and my forest fire-heart, heaving and sun-sparked,
needs the coolness of summer storms.
You are a sea; and I can do nothing but cling to your shores like sand,
hope to be swept off to the depths so I might understand them.
I am a knowable thing, clear and crisp;
the smell of pine forests, moonshine—
a distillation of all my youthful restlessness.
I want to run til I can drink the air like vodka,
clear and crystalline in my lungs.
My spirit is hungry, an Appalachian wendigo—
a wind eating its way across the Kentucky border,
carving great bites in the mountain flesh.
Though well-acquainted with the contours of lace,
often weaving its silky strings myself,
I am no spider, and your sea swell lace crests elude me.
I am no sea captain, cannot read your ocean currents
but the restlessness that sits beneath my lungs
and crawls its prickling way up my spine
makes me feel that I’ve never been better.
Though you may sound of sadness there is a peace in you.
You bring the sweet quiet of thunderclouds in early evening,
a premature twilight dusk that for once I do not fear.
I recover from my scrapes and scrambles; I am still
picking blood from my ears, grass and reeds from my teeth.
But for once my fingers cease their skittering and
in your rains I find my heart able to settle down to rest
where it may grow roots into mountainsides
so that I may wander freer than before,
learn to trust my sword-arm again.
