Monday, September 17, 2018

Safe


Safe
lean and tough
a rough hewn safe
the stone side of the mountain hugs its secrets
sunshine at midday
like the dial of the safe
reflects and flickers
sparks and stabs
circling past truth
again and again
spinning in surges like sunspots
waxing and waning like a moon on fire
starspots in flight
questions flicker and flash without rest
sos to a silent universe
save our souls
save our souls
save our souls
je suis trop tendre pour ce monde
je suis trop tendre pour ce monde
je suis trop tendre pour ce monde
i see you
but the earth opens between us
i hear you
but the song is silent
like a beggar
standing at the door
head bent against the portal

Janey Pease
https://appalwriters.weebly.com/poetry-of-southern-appalachia.html

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