chicken dreams
all is not well
more deadly than a flock of hawks
are those low
spreading structures
covering the horizon
all is not well
with those countless
eclipsed stars
connected to my heart
pure soft souls
never tempted by
the eye of a rooster
the flash of a grasshopper
a race to the prey
in my dreams we march, a million strong
to peel the moon's
dead shadow
from the sun
each egg a grenade
an exploding galaxy of light
transformed
out of rainwater pools
and grasshopper wings
from the world inside each worm
more deadly than a flock of hawks
are those low
spreading structures
covering the horizon
all is not well
with those countless
eclipsed stars
connected to my heart
pure soft souls
never tempted by
the eye of a rooster
the flash of a grasshopper
a race to the prey
in my dreams we march, a million strong
to peel the moon's
dead shadow
from the sun
each egg a grenade
an exploding galaxy of light
transformed
out of rainwater pools
and grasshopper wings
from the world inside each worm
posted by Yes at 11:25 AM
7 Comments:
"...never tempted by a rooster"? No cock-a-doodle-do in the barnyard?? All kidding aside, some of best damned lines of poetry I've ever read. Publish is the word!!!
I sensing themes firebird... you are fascinated by time and the macro/micro of space?? It's very visual.
your words paint it like no one else can.
pat--you are so kind...Love the compliments! And thanks for the nudge--
gracie--Yes, I see what you mean...
When I think of time and space, it's always visual--even things that aren't supposed to be...thanks for the comment!
With Gracie, I am also sensing themes. If I may amplify, as influenced by Robert Frost:
Of Snoring Chickens,
My mama said, quoth she:
"Let sleeping chickens lie,
For by and by such fowl
May bestir themselves
In fitful sleep
To request of thee
A lullabye." Tis well,
Tis meet; with many miles
Afore I sleep
And many miles afore I sleep.
perci--I believe I shall print this poem and post it over my bed--
it has a greatly calming effect;
so necessary in these stressful times...
(my own mama was not the calm type--no, no indeed...)
I chose this poem to comment on because it relates to a theme I often write about. Pat's right, you should explore that gaudy but necessary world of the published poem. Thanks for visiting my site and I'd love to put up a link with you if you don't mind. I have enjoyed my leasurely first reading here and will return.
russell--I'm so happy you came by--thank you for the appreciation--
I would be honored by a link--no need to even ask (although I love hearing it!)
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