He woke up with storm {seeds} in his mouth
It tasted glitttery loud as birds. Brewing
with <wild possibilities>.
His eyes gleamed with excitement of moon flowers. Whatever known can wait,
But this intangible stillness cannot
even if his legs were shaking with vertigo
Hands trembling, he grabbed his coat. The freezing wind recoiled & fluttered as fallen tulip
petals. The sky was cleaning
out the stars & last quarter moon.
The crucible weighed on his chest,
awaiting
the pouring by his hand.
>>>>> Instead
He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.
Credit: “He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Songs of the Unreason hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg. Thanks for the visit and comments.
