first poem for a book …
to part a thought
as shadows fold and fold
into a blind of unlit night,
and I within a box-ed room
do hesitate at close-ed doors
and pause to part a thought
then … here … for authenticity
I shall wear bare cover
of my nakedness … here … a gauzy gown
of no embellishment … with no design
save slight touching of a softness
and with a greysome stain
upon the hem of my intent
from earth and walking barefoot
to feel the grounding there
and then … here…for curiousity
before a puff … a candle smoke
obliterates your sight of me
I shall light a blaze of lanterns
at my windows … on my porch-ed railing,
down narrow steps and winding path
for a welcoming
6 thoughts on “to part a thought”
aha, I’ve been waiting for another piece from you for awhile … I see you’ve still got it, I read that you still walk around with it … barefoot
Barefoot works, except for snails … which I relocate. I appreciate your note. Smiles.
A pretty pavane!
Oh, thank you Simon … now I’m thinking Faure.
So wonderful to see another poem up! And the language, visual, and art you use here inspires me to think in creative, wise ways!
Nancy, you already creative, wise woman, I thank you!