Apropos

Use these rambling fingertips
To tamp a fire lit and tamed
Concave shape,
Permanently
Lost in thought
What a shame it is
The voice I use to speak
Is dependent upon
A single line of text
Roaming without a lexicon,
Imagine being able to read
Two sentences at once
Understanding each as true
As the counterpart,

Inhaling a forgone ritual
Of pacific winds drifting
Through bramble winter lands
Spiraling wisps holding hands
With the still silence
Of briars frozen
And somewhere near snow-snaps
Beneath fading frost
A spot illuminated
By a sliver of sunlight
Filtered through foliage tapestries
The impression of a deer
Can be seen whispering
To the buds of a cedar tree,

Exhaling braided breath
So if the soft rose
Glowing between these hands
Was the splendor
Which allowed those winds
To move,
What promises could be made
And kept?

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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