Tag: poetry

  • strangelove days

    all strangelove days
    so it goes! so it goes!
    we cry as
    we ride the tiger down
    down down down
    to the ground
    whooping and laughing
    as  it all
    falls
    apart

  • carnivory; et tu?

    I have thought of dropping away

    A leaf in the blustery changefilled winds

    This is brown of me

    This is orange of me

    Sometime this is redpurple of me

    Come the gritdry eyes of air

    My flesh feeds of them

    Come

    Them tangled of me

  • hidden in the crowd

    a glance,
    hidden in the crowd
    you saw nothing
    i, everything
    i turned my face
    and let myself fade 
    away

  • old things, these

    slow touch the mirror
    broke silvered peeling
    stained memories
    grey to curl

    languish these hours
    waiting for a light
    to turn bare to glow
    swinging with
    bruised-wrist attics
    clotted in dust

  • too tired

    too tired for words
    fingers arthritic trees 
    winter bare grey in
    winter brambled winds
    too tired to
    touch at distance with
    only scars cut to red

  • drink, eat

    cover arms in scars
    of mind to flesh
    invisible me blind

    wrap eyes shadow
    to crow to sky
    all iron cast grey

    this hole lies fallen
    drink me, eat me
    alive

  • casting runes — 29sep26

    kenaz
    a feverdream
    fingers flowing for
    to brilliant the light
    from fingertips bright
    drowned of shadow
    flickering the night

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • better this way

    to say of storm river 
    to heart of ghost tree 
    to lichen of dreaming
    i guess it's better
    this way

    all heads burn frenzy
    all arms give of wave
    to eyes brambled ocean
    i guess it's better
    this way 

    better,
    this way

  • tether days

    of all things to be could we
    just try to get along?

    of all the you could mean to me
    could we be nothing
    at the end of it all?

    occasionally right,
    i'm mostly so very wrong
    and you're right
    when you say i fight
    just to not belong
    i don't belong

    cut the thread
    cut the thread
    it was a tether all along

    of all the things we might be
    might we just get along?

  • mirror-mirror

    scars disguised as skin
    stretched taut over flesh
    the mirror people
    are never deceived