Monday 29 October 2012
some things and their definition
between connotations and definitions your launguage is your own. ideas and words suffused meanings you ordained. define the idea of home. within it's walls scratched and spat out a map of dreams. your life of heres and elsewheres containing not a million vanishing points only redirections. to be aware of the landmarks and your wingspan. to lie in the bed you made in the belly of the wolf, cradling your fragility without having lost your bearings completely. to hold with tenderness the hands upon which you laid a kiss. for all your hermitry and independence to still long for and seek your kinfolk and tribe. and even to be one shade lighter than blue and still more beautiful than the day i first laid eyes on you.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
So few words, such universes they contain.
I love the tender wildness captured in these words - like leaves upon the storm's breath.
That last line has undone me completely...
for all your hermitry and independence to still long for and seek your kinfolk and tribe.
that caught my soul!
leafing, reading, stopping pensively, then moving further along. i tend to save up on your powerful snippets to then shower me. as rain falls on the skylight above.
i love your place of words so much.
n♥
And this one! A favourite. The tenderness in it. The movement, the life.
Post a Comment