Frozen chants curdling

Frozen chants curdling

24 July 2016

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Sinking ships

Into oblivion

They seep slow

Like white ink

Inverted Chinese painting

Drawing my heart’s lines

 

The winter

Crawled up in my spring

In Ending

Beginning

Unreachable changeling

Historical rhymes

 

Church bell chimes

My viscosity

Seeping through

Praying knees

The hands sunken thunderbolts

In altars’ steep wells

 

Woodcutter

My proud branches fells

I am tree

High in skies

The clouds whisper to me sighs

Of forgotten times

 

Withered leaves

Count pages’ rustle

As the ground

Gathers bunch

Avid jaws of Time now crunch

Remnants of my bark

 

They will me

Frozen chants curdling

Upon lips

Lost in pleas

The chest heaving with the wheeze

Renewed consumption

 

Reading of the poem: 

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You are my Winter – Dillon

The Unknown – Dillon

Texture of my Blood – Dillon

In your tall build revel again complete

In your tall build revel again complete

30 October 2015

 

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I will the trees to gather leaves silent

For woodcutter could hear their rustling chimes

Yet trees bellow with chattering strident

I almost see within bed-ridden rhymes

 

Often I yearn to join the birds, migrant

Yet trees though noisy choose, I love these thymes

From all those flavours this pine tree vibrant

Of shadowed mushroom faces’ glory mimes

 

From yonder grounds tall ones preserve their bark

Low high, grey green, choose one in harmony

A will to hurt your glow for none compete

 

Look down below the winding lanes for mark

Blue red King’s colours splashed hegemony

In your tall build revel again complete

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