Ink and change

It takes the life from a second 

          as all from night comes crawling in

 I react and have the look of no one

       the hook without a wound

"Sow 

    the landscape"

She descends

      

      "Turn this unbridaled season towards its sun"

     Then I hear these words again

        bells of seam and choir ringing 

  and the look burns colder 

     change and distance taking hold  

 like a festering wind 

But what of the season of the soul

       I ask

            What of that pregnant heart

     The unburied seed, simple and dry

           surrendering 

     

And what

      of our desperate need for deep and wonderful misery 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

It rolls off the tongue and the reading mind. Such a pleasant read.Of the 'unbridled season' and the 'unburied seed.;' of 'festering wind' and 'wonderful misery.' Its melody sows the landscape. Thanks for sharing. Frederick

[Perdition]

Very kind words indeed! Thank you for your kind review and for even reading Frederick. "the reading mind"..a pondering place I'll have to take, hopefully into the future of all my poetry so thank you for that insight as well.

[Red Brick Keshner]

You are most welcome.