“old wood” by tom reed

“old wood” by tom reed

old wood

sound wood
    hollow, solid shell holding mind

& sighing leaf above        ?

skin on the rough bark
hands on solitude

( damn the oak, the pine, the cedar, & the yew )

forest where time runs down
finding quiet of shadow
& pouring rain!, down thick .

feet bare in wet moss
under the hanged skeleton
within our cemetery forest

( damn the larch, the elm, & the weeping willow )

it is night aeternum,     autumnal

flowers die
with these deep wind wrought polished
                                                             ( this music )

& this tree   !

damn the ash!, still blooming .
inviolate warden tree

swing in the fungal shallow
of this solipsistic soul

my
lonesome
spore

               a seedling in the rotting skull
                                           of  the
                                                          old
                                                                  wood


tom reed
cruxymox@yahoo.com

“there is something to be said about words that sound. sounding to memories, or fear, or memory, or other things. if my words can bring strangeness – oddity – the weird – to life, it is sound.”

tom can be found at amarthis.com.

Category : Issue Two October 2016 Tags : ,