simplicity, the growing

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited December 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
how carrying
first strung chord
empty became overwhelming
as populated brought alongside us a group of winter days

harmonics
grew yellow, green & brown
something like a praire lit to roll those hills
as early risers crack this closer sky

all we are
friends here
vastness as their tunes
doing it without them
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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