Monday, May 14, 2007

Burying a Fine Spring Day

(Working on this. Not done.)

Steeped in stained glass
Charred remains dissolve

Black mortar, glue

Sinew searches for solid bone

What holds us together

While our fathers’ flaming
Ashes rain and rain

2 comments:

Talia said...

I like the sinews line.

Charmi said...

Once again poetry has gotten hard. Nothing is flowing. Sometimes I write out the story behind the poem first, then try and pull out the important parts. This one has a long way to go. I'll write the story on the blog.