Tags

, ,

Here, I keep my words
not as quite intended, an un
-requited denotation;
the rebellion in shackles
of spoken language

I’d ask you, please, to embellish
me, were this a thing that could be
to scribe a word for each star
that dots our limitless sky
and make this sky my mind
so that I would be likewise in kind
be eternal and omniscient

where even the dewdrops on dawn’s
sleepy eyes, the unfurling
petals of poppies soft and bright
will require a name

and I will name them
“Conception” and “Envisage”
so no matter how angry the
sun still they coalesce again
particles of air, not the
particulars of death

and sleeping beneath my sister
stars, to utter names…
that dewdrop
that leaf
that dot of sand
my gentle dog
creating worlds within worlds
through the poppies’ eyes.