you and i,
we are two houses
on a ridge of our realities
founded on philosophies
we are brittle, and square
and it is known that wind opposes
all perpendicularity
but almost unnoticed
the nuances of the air
ii.
the sky spits on the ground
the hail rattles on the ground
the way the windows also rattle
when the sound of thunder invokes their fear
and so each pane
in the sun is an eye
but in the storm
is an ear.
iii.
lanterns flicker
dancing tongues
speak out into the night
people move about inside
songs are sung as light.
you and i,
we must construct
such a glass around ourselves
so we may too
dance about
unafraid of weather.
6 comments:
I like these; they are some of my favorites of the poetry you've posted. And i. is better because of ii. and iii. Well done!
hey, thanks! i liked them too. they flowed out of me pretty well.
interestingly, i started writing the poem after this one as iii. but then i realized it didn't fit at all, but stood better alone. so then i wrote the real iii. i don't know how that happened, but yeah.
Very beautiful. I agree with my husband.
awww, thanks krychos!
maybe y'all can be my patrons once you become filthy rich and powerful.
this is my favorite. very much favorite.
:) thanks sarah.
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