Saturday, February 23, 2019

Nostalgia of Old Things








Nostalgia of Old Things






Old things like a pattern; blue
willow on china's bone, Celtic knot,
rune 
on moss-faced stone,
cross in the weave,
thunderbird in the beads.

Old things want
to fit a picture,
outrun the mirror, last forever
linger
in an eye's reflection, the
part that made it real.

Old things work
to make a picture, liver-spot
hands holding the needle,
brush, pen, bead, hook,
the cursive book
of counted dreams.

Old things like a pattern
dog in his bed,
crow on the fence rail,
solsticing sun and feckless moon
flickering
timeless;

not the bed empty,
night rioting,
tea set shattered, not
the bloodsign on the door
where chaos has knocked
as the end.
 


~February 2019
















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