The library is eternal
broken by burdens of mo(u)rnings
In an effort explaining,
making sense while hearing
the crackle forever
— stuck in stagnant marshlands.
No sky — no earthly view
Covid still shadows
still prowl in the footsteps
of last year’s passing
only a wild breeze may kiss
memories of sunshine into linen
Later in the winter-spring
icicles will lace the eaves
So, why so silent brother crow?
We will season spring
— she was a hoarder, mom.
Today Laura asks us to find poems within our own blog at dVerse.
She asks us to pick the first line of the first poem each month of 2022. If we don’t have a poem for each month we can pick more poems from January. I didn’t publish any poems in July and hence I used the first line of my second poem of January 2022. In cases when the first “poem” was the prose of a haibun I used the first sentence instead.
Use these lines to form a new poem.
- No additions are permitted other than tense, preposition or conjunction
- Enjambement is allowed if it helps flow and sense
- Date order is not required
The last line of my poem does not make sense to me, but maybe someone can explain it to me, and I added the parenthesis in the second line.
January 12, 2022