Cantos For the Dead
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La verdadera sonrisa del agua", de Héctor Valdivia. acrílico s/masonite 2014 colección particular
My garden feasts upon detritus
left behind.
outcasts mold their companions
from fractured bones and algae
to walk among the dead,
their dreams a foretelling
of sunsets decried
by voices blistered.
growing roots through trees,
birds flutter, wings made of glass,
songs muted on pan pipe drifts.
Were it not so quiet,
i would build fences,
but the dead seldom speak,
they are busy with each other.
of sunsets decried
by voices blistered.
growing roots through trees,
birds flutter, wings made of glass,
songs muted on pan pipe drifts.
Were it not so quiet,
i would build fences,
but the dead seldom speak,
they are busy with each other.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021
Posted for Poets and Storytellers
Such a mysterious flavor to fall into.
ReplyDeleteReally stunning observations of how life and death flow into one another.
ReplyDeleteSuch an intriguing Ekphrastic poem
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog today Audrey
Much💛love
Poetry and art .... beautifully matched. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteLovely, and thought-provoking. Why cantos rather than stanzas, I wondered; but when I treated each verse as a separate section of the poem rather than an uninterrupted flow, that made me linger over each and savour it, lending a very satisfying feeling to the whole.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done! I enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteA great poem where nature, dead and waste seem intertwined
ReplyDeleteDetritus all over, I hope you had your wellies on when walking around.
ReplyDeleteAlmost as stinky as duck manure.
Nice to see you again, thank you for peeking in and for the nice comment.
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