A sigh of breeze...
Constant...
Inconsistent...
Highs and lows...
Aura(l) spindrift without ebb and flow.
This is a body like none other,
Breath without rise and fall.
Tree-line chests swell-
A rhythm not of this world.
Stems quiver in flexed respiration-
Endless inhalation.
Invisible currents stream above,
Until they go spiriting through the leaves,
Coursing between branches and boughs,
Resuscitating these bark clad- dead dry bones.
Constant...
Inconsistent...
Highs and lows...
Aura(l) spindrift without ebb and flow.
This is a body like none other,
Breath without rise and fall.
Tree-line chests swell-
A rhythm not of this world.
Stems quiver in flexed respiration-
Endless inhalation.
Invisible currents stream above,
Until they go spiriting through the leaves,
Coursing between branches and boughs,
Resuscitating these bark clad- dead dry bones.
the poems just keep gettin better bro. i especially like the last stanza on this one - turnin some fine phrases. gotta ditch the whole "ramblings" label though. that's a bit too safe man. how about some real mccoy poems? douglas
ReplyDeletethanks for your feedback, man....it means a lot. Whatever I have to say will probably always be ramblings, poetic or not...maybe I can strike a compromise :)
ReplyDelete"Tree-line chests swell,"
ReplyDelete"Stems quiver in flexed respiration - endless inhalation,"
"Invisible currents stream above,
Until they go spiriting through the leaves,
Coursing between branches and boughs,
Resuscitating these bark clad- dead dry bones."
love all this imagery man - likin' this poem the more that i read it. is it about the living natural world only? or is there deeper meaning that i'm overlooking? it seems like a piece of a larger poem to me. what were your original thoughts?