The year feels shattered–
a frozen folly
disintegrated into pieces without
It pulls me apart
when I try to hang on–
not exactly dying, although
death lingers in the spaces between—
spinning out lightning
starting fires everywhere–
a frenzied weariness,
soaked to the bones
with endings that refuse
to complete themselves, but linger
on and on and on and on…
Who has hidden the seeds?
who has broken the wheel,
drawn fault lines in the seasons?
Return seems distant, only a dream,
a feeling, a fleeting image
of blues and greens–
light and new birth,
the shimmering moon reflected in the sea.
For the dVerse prompt of folly, suggested by Jade Li.
Once again, art from the archives. And that song has been playing in my brain.