like the glang of a ships broken bell
Posted: August 30th, 2007, 4:35 pm
it is in these autumnal moments
that i wear like a necklace the apples of your love
each pearl knotted by a festival of dream
each dream a carnival, like a parade
in fancy dress
a traveling show of performing acrobats
where i am the clown
the entertainer
for your amusement
when you are bored, beloved.
but knots become loose in the high autumn
of sea
full of salt and weed and fallen poetry
like the clang of a ships broken bell
metallic and cold, full of rust and moss
then you will look for kisses in the sand
wailing, like a dog, in search of his bone
digging
O beloved
it is in these autumnal moments
that i clear the window-pane fog
(C) 2006
