Wednesday, 11 June 2008

all fingers n' feet

this is a test
to see between fingered lines
beneath the chest
to view the foot above the ground

this, here in blue
creased, and snapped and clipped for you
something bound by nature, true
yet still of air's ethereal crew

this is how things fell
what left me here remains as well
but changed to something distant and obtuse
challenging this heir, "no truce!"

this is how we futurescribe
we forge new words from tears n' sighs
in distance we reveal the most
when clinging arms fall still from ghosts...

(test posting from new iPhone) random shot, off the cuff lines. I hope you'll forgive my clumsy heart.)

Sent from my iPhone


suttonhoo said...

yay -- new phone. new poem.

good stuff.

bobcat rock said...

ah, that's sweet. thanks, friend. much more on-the-hoof thinking now; iphone therefore i moblog.