Alfonsina Storni – Running Water

aerial burden of the ox

with the old decades shown in the rain
burdening me with a dampness
remorse in it’s wanting has,
flesh colored dreams
drawn tight into deep constriction
the next day would be more relevant,
sipping a coffee cold at the edges
no plate on the mat
hunger not the issue here,
wet clothes painful to the bone
unnoticed by a vapor soul,
scented thoughts
as my mind peeled
drawn into segments pithy and secretive,
pieces i could look at
and not venture a taste
any sweetness gone
acrid juice spilling over lingering images
this fight so ancient
could break me down at the yoke
leaving a harvested husk
and no resonance,
only to be lifted skywards
coffee grew cold
mat still empty

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life and all inbetween

knotted wings of crows

with scarce strength

rise into rain,

below vegetation

burnished by fall

listens to the calls,

damp rooted trees

in eroded soil

cover to our

consummation,

revisited after twenty

years,

as one we move

our lives wove a story,

origin in these fields

birth from these fields

as cells would watch

these fields and woodland,

a last exhalation,

we would not return

an act of memory

physical and intricate

framed in the cortex

for tomorrow

 

Sunday Whirl 119

 

Morning Blend

sun slits days first sky,

morning sweet as unbitten candy,

sidewalk warm with evaporating

stains of rain,

moving to the car in the lot

metal warm contours

windows open,

radio interrupted silence

news bisects my mind

shootings, loss, agony, fire

emotive stackup for the day,

early congestion everywhere

car noses prominent

pushed as bows on blacktop,

juddering in lines

with nominal spurts of speed,

instead of frustration

my breath became clear

so i would not fog the windows,

would she be waking

what first thoughts,

it did not matter

cellphone switched off

work would not be expecting

me either,

elements of freedom began to encroach,

if only the traffic moved faster

human tide most offensive,

we live under burden and pressure

uniting physical and metaphysical,

other faces stared ahead

bluetooth headsets flickering

nobody smiled

grey faced stream,

gazing from one car to another

inhaling fumes through a/c

how desperate it seemed,

even music could not alter this

monotonous mass,

i was part of this

humanity as a whole,

to depart from all this

would i become a monster.

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