26 February 2013


Photograph ~ Diana Matisz

tangled hair
ragged clothes
haggard eyes
weeping contradictions
i stand on the precipice
of this dark wing dream
fingers clenching tidal mud
to stuff in a mouth, agape
staunching the rupture
of untapped love, seeping
vaporizing into air gravid
with fat sodden tears
of a dying winter
and as i lay panting,
this wasted joy
this sanguinary birth
of loss
drifts, ghostly,
up, up through
red nipple buds
of trees in labor
rising, nestling
beneath blue heron wings
this sacrifice, disappearing
in the whispering static
of wings and watershed moments


  1. Thank you Jesse, for visiting both of my blogs and for your lovely comments x