five soft tangents


I.
when dream of craft catches
breath of

river, strum of the fire’s
longing for

sun, and the soft purr of the
whispery

snow, the beak of the pen is
spoken for.

II.
the denouement of hope is a cat skill
played out in solemn

tones of a lurid yellow, thrust in
the tomes of a

fairy tale ending, the crumbs of word
skills that speak

life, speak air, speak soil; the rift
softens the glare.

III.
Reason in dissolution goes
East.

East howls silence if it
Is to

Be heard; the lords often
Look

Scared, and as well they
Should.

IV.
the folk swoon catches the
hard edge of

reason, its not so tender
ramifications

and contours that outline
death’s vane

and vine; the softness of
song-whistle

V.
the alphabet soup of soft
ness is

warm; curdle the rein of
direness

while milking the flower
of pain;

no point in silting blood
when the

gods of winning are crying
lovetears.

2 comments on “five soft tangents

  1. Melissa Shaw-Smith says:

    This made me swoon with pleasure, read and reread.

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