The car won't start
and the toilet keeps
fractured dreams
running. The parakeet
died. White fur all along
shattered
the river- bank, but no
blood, no bones. Broken
limbs
glasses. Garden
pavers scattered
digits
with petals of lilac,
mountain ash,
strewn across
rain. Iridescent
black bird ravishes
a twisted
the feeder. Shrill
whistles and ravenish
landscape
clunks. Dark rising
river, muddy, foaming.
This past week I've felt like that cartoon character that walks around with a cloud over his head -- seems that everything I touch, breaks. Including my computer.
But now I'm back online, and trying to find, again, gratitude.
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I don't know, maybe it's something in the stars. A friend and I have been feeling the same way all this week.
Beautiful poem... thank you for sharing it.
Posted by: lisa | 21 May 2004 at 07:46 PM