Monday, February 11, 2013
You called from the urn where your ashes stirred
charred dust of a haunting plea.
Listen now to what I have heard
as we set each other free.
Take a pinch of my eyes you said
and fling them into the breeze.
Speak to me of the color red
when the sun takes leave of the seas.
Dip your toes in my crumbled feet
and march where you’ve never gone.
Diverge with me from the cobbled street
and dance to my barefoot song.
Scatter me at the foot of a pine
at the heart of a needled wood.
Root my soul to the mossy shrine
where the Coeur d’Alene once stood.
Take a whiff of my nose you said
a line from my nares to your brain.
Inhale warm waft of fresh-baked bread
or the lush clean musk of rain.
Release a grainy puff of grey
to the gust of a northbound wind.
Whisper to me that you will not stay
in the place you have always been.
I looked in the urn that the ashes fled
echoed space of a haunting plea.
I live through you, so what is dead?
just tell me, are you free?
*** To Kimmy. Poem that definitely did not win the poetry contest - but that I want to share anyway - its good to be slapped in the face that I just need to write better that's all.