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Sounds:
Dar Williams, The End of the Summer
Words: Tim Powers, The Anubis Gates )
sometimes I see myself time, sometimes I need a witness,
And I like the whole truth
but there are nights I only need forgiveness
Sometimes they say, "I don't know who you are,
but let me walk with you some"
And I say, "I am alone, that's all
you can't save me from the wrong I've done"
But they're waiting just the same
with their flashlights and their semaphores
and I'll act like I have faith, and that that faith never ends,
but I really just have friends
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Missed yesterday. but I was in meetings all day, and trying desperately to get stuff done.
Today is yoga day. My muscles are aching in anticipation, i'm afraid. But it'll be good for me!
So, i've decided that I'm going to try to write one poem a day for a month. We'll see how it goes.
today:
agoniste
for once, I am the one who is burning bright
with love or maybe hope; the future is a breath
riding through my lungs. I am inside
and the word is only violence.
I walk into a dream and find
a memory of consensus; we are playing
without strategy or memory. Scattered
as the Hellenes at Aulis, where a girl
is always walking in the breathless
midafternoon to the top of a hill.
There is no hind tangled
in the scrub of the hill,
but glowing, I walk to the sacrifice.
If that knife comes down, I
will open and release blood, breath,
all of the vital things flying
from me, bright birds into the fire.
--ksf
annotation for agoniste
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