I wrote your name on an envelope
That closed and sealed with my mark
Long, long, short, two dots and two curves
A stamp that became postmarked.
I wondered there how long it would take
To find its way into your hands,
Would it arrive bent, curled?
Stained from a leak in a roller?
I wondered how high it would fly
Inside the bowels of an airplane
How cold those bowels would become
In spite the warmth so inscribed.
I hoped my meaning would be understood,
That my script legible,
And that each word that you would read
Would be read just as I had spoke.
And most of all, I wondered if
The return address would be saved,
So that your unique letter
Would be sealed
With a stamp that became postmarked.
Tag: bent
Heavy Hallow (day 3001)
Let me fall away
– Snowflake from the sky –
For my hallow has torn
What breath that once bellowed
From the depths
Of my heavy soul.
I will wash here
To embrace such a feeling
That can resemble
My reflections
That have become shattered,
And here I have bent
To account for the
Mistakes I have made.
Awaiting (day 2957)
Alone I awaited
Like a ghost I could see
I knew
I wore colours I needed
And embraced
My worn vision
Pale, vanishing
Twilight
Smokestack feelings
Carrying my wind tunnel
Like a Gypsy traveler
Upon my bent back
And singing my silence.
Serendipitous Brow (day 1294)
Never forget words you spent
Diving deep and letting go.
For as wind kept at your bent,
Swiftly guiding you onward and forth,
Little swaps of serendipity
Began to form about your brow,
Which has done a tremendous amount
To curl the ether about you now.
Nautically Bent (day 1249)
I am a lost lover,
And you are my sea.
Over and under
This tumbling breeze.
I arc my bent spine
In day driven toil,
To find my hearth cold
Sea driven wild.
But sailing departure
Windows of torrent,
I find my dear lover
Nautically bent.
Lines of my Heart (day 1157)
A heart is a weathered blanket
Alone on the porch
Blowing in the wind.
And I can’t see the end.
When we open our hearts
They’re alone for the ride
Like yesterday’s news.
And I can’t see the end.
A cure is buried
Like lines of my heart
Broken and bent.
And I can’t see the end.