inner frigate
I have a bad habit of posting my poems and then feverishly editing and altering the poem right afterwards. So, for posterity and as a curiousity, here is what I’ve changed since posting this a couple days ago. Let me know your thoughts.
Borrowed Light(revised)
With practiced strokes
But tainted lens
With noisy ink from silent pens
The failure even now to coax
The light that living lends
A grey tableau
A dying fire
A half-drunk thought, a spent desire
Seated drowning in the shallows
A grief in spare attire
The reason why
With nothing feigned
To want her was life’s one refrain
Where thirsty mouths drank from the sky
And sunshine fell like rain
The sun has set
So now, my plight
Scant remains that could ignite
I played the lover’s timeless bet
A wish she can’t requite
The mirror shows it
Plain and bare
No face, just skin, and bone, and hair
Some borrowed light that briefly lit
And thinned to empty air
Just let her go
And name the loss
The crumpled page, the albatross
The muse whose snowfall hid below
My wholly human dross
weak jolt
sand salmon
gray kayak
stone atlas
silent badger
pulsar swan
grand geyser
