04-05-2019, 05:20 AM
End to the Beginning
Eyes open unseeing,
face turned forever
toward the sun.
Each word a crumbled leaf
buried beneath snow
frozen in the eversilence.
She brushed the dry twigs
or her hair with a crack
like a starter’s pistol.
She licked the dust
from her plate
and was full,
the weight loss
an unexpected blessing.
Eyes open unseeing,
face turned forever
toward the sun.
Each word a crumbled leaf
buried beneath snow
frozen in the eversilence.
She brushed the dry twigs
or her hair with a crack
like a starter’s pistol.
She licked the dust
from her plate
and was full,
the weight loss
an unexpected blessing.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson