(2014)
#Nature #Poetry
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
