Thursday, January 24, 2019

Transposed. Why Can't I Keep It Straight

I tried to learn the Chinese of boundaries
and inner snows.
the landscapes where the peach skies

recede.
it makes your fingers bleed to weave the nettles
Elise was told in that dream about the swans

the harder side of once upons

someone who knows better interposd
that's the song in another key.
his daughter, for a rose.

the ships wrecked;coming home.

transposed,why can't I keep it straight
when I'm up studying late
the way the lamplight drains

the meteors from the skies.
too hard to analyze
the myth that flies with

the wind
each time that I pretend
I know

how the story goes.

mary angela douglas 24 january 2019