Monday, March 19, 2012

untitled (music of a mockingbird)

music of a mockingbird spring
takes my long longing for a nest

rain ostinato transforming
bare trees to young horses

we reminisce ourselves from shelves,
shine out impatience and impatiens

lose under the mud for now and ever
the path back to that old anxious center


  1. If ever a word were a doorway today, ostinato opens it! Delicious...

  2. I enjoyed your poem. And I stopped by to thank you for your fun contributions to last week's Limerick-Off. A new one's begun. Hope to see you there. :)