becopoetry

Poetry Music Thoughts and Reflections

Wind — December 13, 2019

Wind

A pale orchard is the speaker

 

he is older than bones

older than a visitor flickering beyond night

dropped in Blood Mother’s hand

 

a sheet draped white yellow flower

reveals he is close

close to her sweetest internal rhyme

 

he dances words from the eardrum of her ocean cave

haiku — July 4, 2015