Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Hiatus p II

Some nights
I write poetry

Some nights
poetry writes me

A feeling 
an idea unbirthed
a haunting melody
from a song I made into a home
or radio waves
accidentally picked up 
without reception
a stranger at my door

Scents carried by a passing breeze
my mothers' smile in a picture frame
a forgotten promise 
an undying wish
a blank piece of paper

A memory
of the moon
waning, glistening
like an apology
ready to be kissed
beneath a canopy of pine needles
as bodies of shadow merge with luminescence

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