Episode 2c: Again to Her Bosom

Who bears our tales, pining
in their illegible lines,
in black composition books

asleep in attics, or at
the feet of beds, in boxes
and chests hid in our closets?

How many sheets, how many
reams of stories lie dormant,
our shoddy masterpieces

piled on-point and off-rhyme,
once ripe grapes on dying vines?
How many raisins crinkling

in the sun never to rise,
our old schemes squoze, the subjects
of their last sittings grown old?

How many odd, off kilter
lustings live inside these tombs
or in chapbook tomes, never

again to be picked up, soaked up
or coddled? What schemes can we
devise to let these silly

opuses rise, tell the tale
we’ve been carrying along
in flutes of celebration

or bagpipes that whine beneath
our breath, below our dress skirts
and ties? Or simply, do we

let the earth take them again
to her bosom, make them mulch
and fodder and loam, remix

them with rain, with new rhythm,
with a dash of thawing spring
and sunshine, let new stalks rise?

email: PoetryPoemPome@mac.com
phone: 70 425 Poems

Click Here for the Audio



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

One thought on “Episode 2c: Again to Her Bosom

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s