Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The end of 2008...

Between Winters

Nodding off in its final hours, the old year at last comes to rest
Wearily tucking away the quilt
That our fingers stitched together
Outside, a glassy sheen of ice clings to these last branching moments
Urging time to pause
Coaxing possibility to become still
And await the new bloom
Let your haste subside as memory unveils
This quilt sewn from the laughter heard at a sidewalk bistro
And from smiles that greeted you as doors opened in welcome
Be rapt in the warm joys shared in-between your winters to come
Then breathe awake a fresh wind to stir the New Year from sleep

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away