Waking Up To A Thousand Songs
Waking up to a thousand songs
each hour, they chime and sing,
I knew they would never sing again
if there was no new day to bring
.
They mark the time with beak and wing
its slow passing now my desire;
forever bound to their floating song,
forever bound to their charming fire
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You walk with stars on your feet
trailing glory in your waking path
rosy fingers grazing smokey clouds to meet
the dawning skies above
I know I'm turning ugly
A turpentine tree trunk
Twisted as the shadows
Lengthen and silhouettes
Soften, someone show me
How to make anything but
A fist— I bruise, I burn, I
Hold on to everything
That wants to let me go
I am growing stunted with
The skillet slant of the sun
Playing hide-and-seek
I have lost or I am losing
And the ink in my veins
Falls in splotches insensible
In this eternal, internal rain
I have a mouth made for
Despair, I have learned to
Chew the air before my
Weary lungs can swallow
I am hollow in this coursing wind, a brightened shell and song within.
I am raging in this ocean sky, the greying light a burning sign.
I am buried in my absent mind, wrapped and beating this blurry sound.
I write for the words overfilling my mind
boys in red lay along the platform pillowed on backpacks legs in the sun or sprawled on benches drooping hands fanning pale knees tanning ruddy
like a blush across the face of four pm heat
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Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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