Friday, January 03, 2014

Poem for the ready

In a dark garden
he wanders
Meeting and alone

Paths intersect
twine and release
the boundaries
unseen, unbidden

categories left

strewn about
like broken
doll heads

mashed among the
reefs of
childhood waste

stepped upon
while striding
staggering forward

to a new place

bitingly  cold
terribly new
frighteningly odd
verdantly you

this time

it is to happen

get ready.


the only daughter said...


i will

and suddenly i'm reminded of the line, "fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride."


Shiny Rod said...

That is awesome Tiff... :)

LL said...

As with most art...

I don't get it... ;P

ifswallowed said...

I have been absent from bloggerdom for quite some time. I'm so glad you are still here and writing. Good stuff!