Does the wood pigeon know?
when he calls his coo into the night
the cats who stalk will slink toward
the smell of blood and feathers
as I have gathered myself into quills
and spices sealed in alabaster jar
the sum of me is traveled
through moon and sun
like a cut orange leaves her
stain on wood, sticky and bitter
as your imprint has become
my mandala and the furtherance of us
defies life and death
shaking itself off like a dog released from bath
will hurtle, maddened, toward nearest escape
I grew my vines in your wood
my embers are your fire
this melange of you and I
twined like grapes gathering sunlight
before first frost
and the women take in the clothes, hanging on frozen line
even as they capture the day’s warmth
you stretch in this paper thin life time
sew the jagged edges of my need
with your ivory needle
as if we were part of the same
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – Something mysteriously sustained
A unity almost beyond description, painted in words.
There is something so other dreamlike and otherworldly in this. It is beautiful 💜
Your trademark imagery
Thank you so much!!!
Thank you my friend so much XOXO
Wow – words so captivating 💕
I wrote a post that I believe is very important for all people
Could you read it and let me know what you think
Yes that is the one.
You may use it if you like
For a good cause I’ll give it to you to use
Definitely – was it your last post? I will go now and read. Sorry for not doing so before, I have been pretty sick again and just not online too much. TY for letting me know xo
Is is the everybody belongs to themselves and God poem? I think if it is that you need to submit this to the WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED (2) Anthology – it’s superb. Was that the one you meant? TY for letting me know. I would have hated to have missed that.
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