Monday, February 13, 2017

Epitaph










scrape the black ink, those particles of bits & pixels from the white white white
scrape them into the mason jar kept in your pocket
for
summer's fireflies & lunar moths
tumbled brilliance secreted for the corner-times, the grey days of winter long
scrape
and
hold the lid down tight as you press it to the fire-line
skin allows such porous knowing
lean against the trail of snow along the willow bark
lean & fill
with the enormity of the domed misty gray
capture this biting chill, this clutched sting
shake the jar
and
de-light
in the ordinary comfort
of
chaos & contrast

2 comments:

  1. Chaos and contrast ~ always challenging, enriching, maybe or maybe not. The magic in the ordinary...:-) Susie.

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    1. Niamh ,,, thank you for stopping past :-)

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