PUBLISHED: OLDER ME: as a bird swimming with a stick : POETRY ON JEKPHRASA
OLDER ME: as a bird swimming with a stick
In this Travelogue,
I'm a robin tinted in yellow,
with a sunflower hat
under the yellow solar darling
I set for the shore
of infantry,
of dreams,
to find why moss grows on a wall too old
why there are termites & ‘ggots
or day and night
I perch on a floating stick
and sail on this fathomless trance
the current is still
the stick underneath me
wavering and learning to swim
Oh the flowers,
Oh the green and starling lilies
Oh the illumination from the east
though unsure I am if there's a waterfall below
The stick twists into the tide,
no wavering
Oh the honey
and the roses
and mid-day bliss
my feathers fluffy and fine
here I stop and purchase a surfing board
for who knows,
there might be a waterfall below
and my stick and I be gone
oh the waves
and the crashings
and sharks I dodged
Oh the many prayers I prayed
the repentance I counted
many cigarettes of sin did I
puff up to God the Father
He forgives.
My skateboard nears the shore
my feathers faded
moss upon my beak
for certain, age is the the number
of moss- experiences counting
and we are souls and eternal.
Featured in our upcoming collection: Creedos and Brush strokes
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