what endures
time in stone
time encircled by stone
time resting
here's a list of everything that doesn't die too quickly too soon
too slow too darkly faded here's a list of everything that lives
on or doesn't live but leaves a trace behind a trace of lightcone
decision bouncing forward enscribed on etched spacetime here's
a list of everything that lives longer than me you us all of us and
never comes to grief sorrow suffering pain those clichéd endurance
furnace forge tests checklists of pillaged burning memories
here's a list of everything that you can carry with you when you go
outside those trees are waking the light bowing dawn
so here's a list of just what you always wanted
time encircled by stone
time resting
here's a list of everything that doesn't die too quickly too soon
too slow too darkly faded here's a list of everything that lives
on or doesn't live but leaves a trace behind a trace of lightcone
decision bouncing forward enscribed on etched spacetime here's
a list of everything that lives longer than me you us all of us and
never comes to grief sorrow suffering pain those clichéd endurance
furnace forge tests checklists of pillaged burning memories
here's a list of everything that you can carry with you when you go
outside those trees are waking the light bowing dawn
so here's a list of just what you always wanted
Labels: invented haibun form poem series, poem
posted by Art Durkee at 9:11 AM
2 Comments:
do we want only what endures, truly?
or do we know the putty soft hours of heartache for a soulful reason that aches us awake, always; to remind us of eternity?
Who said anything about wanting? or reminding? It is what it is.
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