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Monday, April 18, 2011

corybantic

february,
came and went;
moments shared
And remembered-
lost in the undertow
between tangible effort
and a wish;
a fantasy
coerced
affectionately led
(blindly, though
without angst)
through the labyrinth
of place
and posture;
fact
and farewell.

winter,
gone without a word
somewhere between
dusk
and dawn
-under the worm moon-
collapsed
within the whisper
of a catalyst

now spring reveals
the knotted memory
of fall
and standing still
in the reverberation

of a heartbeat;

a breath;

a voice.

2 comments:

Lola Nation said...

I identify with the language and sentiment of this poem, it's wonderful to walk down someone else's path and feel so familiar with the venue.

seth elkins said...

thank you