Kit Kelen #1174 - the poem has its moods and moments

1174

the poem has its moods and moments

its woods and ways

it’s not the chime

but the charm against time

so lost in, I

look up

to branches, leaves

through them

to a shaping sky

the little Lent

big Bacchanal

a poem keeps its conversation

as if it were a prayer

can always edit later

in all the falling

bibles of truth

of blood, of love

and lies

a little and-I-remember machine

it’s all in the highest

how the world was saved

will be

by me

in all the soup of saying

as little, as much

as we are

kingdoms come to grief

I hear seas in such a shell

in any words are all that was

and all the ones who were

they speak to me

often rot

the ways

so soften

in the wonders yet

not the chime

but charm against time

the poem’s moods

and moments are