05-02-2013, 03:36 PM
Long and short lashes
tangle to veil
daisy chained visions
through the past.
And each green stem
is tied to more stems,
which tie to their ring of dull yellow.
I had thought as I wove that I’d chosen,
but now cannot fathom the discarded.
I wonder where they lay (if they lay),
those links of potentials not twisted.
I wonder if their petals have lasted,
while these have fallen to the wind.
I think that some hand
had furnished the flowers into mine.
I think that they’ve chosen
the meanest and smallest supply.
And I’ve not thought before to ask why.
I ask: why?
But why should I ask?
Just now the last of my links
has been wrapped and tied fast,
yet from the ring I’d not set
the first has now rot and unbound,
to let down my thin chain
through the void of m...
tangle to veil
daisy chained visions
through the past.
And each green stem
is tied to more stems,
which tie to their ring of dull yellow.
I had thought as I wove that I’d chosen,
but now cannot fathom the discarded.
I wonder where they lay (if they lay),
those links of potentials not twisted.
I wonder if their petals have lasted,
while these have fallen to the wind.
I think that some hand
had furnished the flowers into mine.
I think that they’ve chosen
the meanest and smallest supply.
And I’ve not thought before to ask why.
I ask: why?
But why should I ask?
Just now the last of my links
has been wrapped and tied fast,
yet from the ring I’d not set
the first has now rot and unbound,
to let down my thin chain
through the void of m...