Rolling in my hands stuck
Underneath my toes;
Veins circumnavigating and
Living in a song
With seven little notes
That skip each fourth
Unnecessary beat,
For each my silver lockets
Clasp a different heart
Weighing like a baby dove
With a scream of this sunrise.
Tag: seven
Spruce Story (day 2247)
The old spruce and I sat silently
We shared secrets unspoken
We shared ground softly packed
I looked up and counted to one hundred
Each branch I gave a name
Each name remembered its origin
In the world of seven valleys
I heard ravens nesting
Squirrels chasing
And I felt each limb slowly shake
Watching each needle slowly fall
Tumbling to the palm of my hand
Which rebirthed my blessings
In each moment of doubt
Until I stood where the spruce had stood
And I inhaled deeply as the spruce had inhaled
And I listened as the spruce had listened
And I swayed as the spruce had swayed
Until the seven valleys became my valleys
And my story remained so.
Ocean Air (day 1828)
To breathe the first breath of ocean air
Deep into my starving lungs
As sun dips down to half past seven
I realize the tide’s becoming.
Even with my toes exposed
I find salt refreshingly tickling my nose,
Seagulls cry in celebration
And driftwood leads me forever on.
I roll my pants to half mast
And whistle to a little snail
Who’s slowly off to go out sailing
And I, my eye, to the clear blue sky.
Seven Roses (day 1180)
No matter my art upon darkest of hearts
Or shield wickedest of torrents shy,
My eyes will guide thy graceful glide
Far from my deadly abhor.
For delicate lace upon wild grace
Is none richer to dead implore,
Night alleys forever melancholic by name
Seven roses have wilted, amen.