… now renewed.
By J. K. McDowell
July 2011
The crow with no voice says that the emotional
Cocoon we are spinning only has room for one.
So my Friend, your new wings will have to lift us both.
A tall ice coffee captures the moist Cajun air
In crystal droplets. There are days when that is a
Whiskey, but not today. Take another sip.
A live oak embroidered on the pillowslip,
Now, the winding sheets. Before the first stitch, the needle
Is threaded – shouldn’t we live before we die?
Her poems? They were coded seductions or
Mutual butcherings. Ah, but Her breath lifts me
To heights where the veil is removed and I see Her form.
Often I am the clinging vine, dead, still faithful, holding the
Wrought iron fence close. Rust and decay are my only
Solace. Dead ways of living are hard to release.
Curled maple leaves dream they are claws, yet crackle
And crumble as they scratch the sleepers face.
Jim, silence and dust come later, rise now renewed.
Wow Jim! One of my favorites. Entangling and freeing.
so beautiful, jim…. here in the black goo of my cocoon i so appreciate these words! 🙂
Words that spiral through our worlds …thoughts meaning of Heart and Mind … to reflect back…love it… : ~)