✭✮ state of the poet ✭✮

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July 30 by The Running Son

http://www.crh.noaa.gov/sgf/?n=vol15num2_page2

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state of the poet

 

In January a tone followed me through dreams.
Awake, its off frequency grew roots
in raw places—tiny wet hairs where
re-opened wounds breathed hot, and groans cloaked
off air.

Meanings turned brown and cancers went
red and February sliced death on a
cold bed; my father bleeding out
six hours beneath flashing silver blades and
bio-breath.

March faded to vacuum black. Clouds clapped
clapclap–metastasized: my
heart roots rotted grit black
and black wind chapped final heart loams
cracked.

And In that mist, no gods would follow.
Clouds tumorous and evolving
closed round me til I lost direction,
let chills set, in bone, hardened to grey and
frozen.

Then, clays broke, brown. Roots fanned thin,
and spring tap chutes, sent deep,
went foraging, attention to earth’s
sleep, seeking minimum nutrition to birth anew
in relief.

Then God stripped, complete. Eyes burned twice;
born by ice, forced once in Christ (by
yeast formed right). A Star, and northern
sighs will guide wings fanned east into folding arms,
an alchemy for light.

 

 

 

 

Written for: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/daily-prompt-now/

by Jim Aldrich (:

 

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

10 thoughts on “✭✮ state of the poet ✭✮

  1. Adriana says:

    Hola! I’ve been following your website for a while now and finally got the courage to go ahead and give you a shout out from Houston Tx! Just wanted to say keep up the fantastic work!

  2. Eva PoeteX says:

    This piece makes me ache… immensely. How raw… and beautiful.

    I have always admired your poetic talents, and to show this appreciation, I have included you here: https://belovebelieve.wordpress.com/l%E2%99%A1vely-blogs/

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  4. PÖ3TIC says:

    I absolutely loved this, had to read it three times just because it was that good. The flow and tempo were intense and really built up the adrenaline making me read faster, frantically rushing to the conclusion like an impatient child who want his surprise NOW!

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