3am poetry from May, in raw form, but it was about friends. so. i would wrap up the earth like a poem and present it to you. sonnets make up cities and waterfalls are villanelles. spondees and dactyls circumscribe landscapes and springs and verdant sprigs of song burst forth. i would cradle the glaciers and seas in verse-- here lies one whose name was writ in water-- and fill lakes with lists of all the ways they are blue. i would describe the mountains in every language we have ever spoken, or written, or thought peaks rising from the tangles. if I could present you a poem i would wrap it up in earth and we would wake the rest of our days with clay in our mouths, sand in our eyes and the glorious weight of the world in our hearts.
no subject
i would wrap up the earth like a poem
and present it to you.
sonnets make up cities
and waterfalls are villanelles.
spondees and dactyls circumscribe landscapes
and springs and verdant sprigs of song burst forth.
i would cradle the glaciers and seas in verse--
here lies one whose name was writ in water--
and fill lakes with lists of all the ways they are blue.
i would describe the mountains in every language
we have ever spoken, or written, or thought
peaks rising from the tangles.
if I could present you a poem
i would wrap it up in earth
and we would wake the rest of our days
with clay in our mouths, sand in our eyes
and the glorious weight of the world in our hearts.