Wishbone

No time to forget

Stone roads, blood-stains and sweat

All the hard efforts of bone

Bringing us to heel.

occlusion

…rain fell
drizzle at first
then fine mist
no more than fog
until the wind came
blew water before it
downpour, torrent, deluge
an entire sky flooding…

Imaginary Themes

Like landscape risen, an upthrust,

A pulse of rain or bleak weather to come

Something audible and deep,

Subharmonic and resonant…

…then the blues

The bending note, flattened fifth,

Or third, augmented, glissando

And counterpoint, thundering bass…

…that sad song of the south,

A love song of unending work,

Melody where the notes

Strung out on the stave’s rack

Cut like points of hurt and pain.