the pith of possibility
i am lost in the corner of distance
covered and the sun
keeps melting my ennui
this is the room we’ve buried, filled
with leftover promise
as you can see, i’ve kept every one
in a box lined with amethyst motion
i want a cloud soft as cotton and you
want to trust my dissent
or feather my decline
depending on the shape of stone i carry
but i leave the jewels you just cut
in the doorway of sanity’s sharpness
as i search alone for the smooth shiny bits
of drought’s unquenchable key
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 17
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.
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April 17th, 2015 at 2:52 pm
it’s about the poetry, i know, but the image feels like the first line. the corner of distance and lostness.
(i have a feeling that as i read back through these poems – at last! – a story will unfold bit by bit, day by day. small stories making a bigger tale.)
April 18th, 2015 at 9:48 am
Love the photo and the poem. Such compelling imagery. And I agree with what d smith catch jones said… all of your poems put together tell a story of what I think of, for lack of better expression on my part, a very rich internal life.