the joints of my digits unfold
syllables of my thoughts
syllables of my thoughts
and my tongue limns
a threshold to my throat
it can't be helped
that my skin can't hold me in
that my ear gathers clouds
so the white of my eye
waxes like a moon
viewed only as reflection
veins of cinnabar
breaking to marbleized sky
veins of cinnabar
breaking to marbleized sky
©2013 Ravenna Taylor
Yes, just so.
ReplyDeleteMore elegiac work for me reflect on. Thank you, Ravenna.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Elizabeth - it is good to have your ear!
DeleteWhat a delightful blog via James Goldens!
ReplyDeleteWilliam, thank you - how delightful of you to follow the trail to my blog, and to say so!do you live in Australia? I just took a quick look at your blog, and enjoyed some of the plant life I used to see when I lived in San Francisco - especially those wonderful blue lupine, the colors are thrilling!
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