Friday, October 10, 2008

autumn and 14 versions of you

















autumn is a town called boulder

where I was raised

dressed all in breathtaking yellow

when we brought my mother

home to sleep forever

under a delicate pink stone

honoring a former mayor

a citizen of past renown


autumn is poetry

coloring the last leaves

of summer green

like you are poetry

in 14 versions

of my escape

from the potentates

easy grasp

so powerful he can stay

inebriated all his waking hours

not realizing that

I was always poetry

in the motion of my body

when my blood quickened

someday I will live in a town

called poetry

in a place not quite of this earth

with somebody not bound

by a deadened mind

using the capacity

to feel ecstacy

in the bloods domain

killing death with life

with our last breath

--gerry

4 comments:

Malagutigrrl said...

Awesome Poem Gerry!!

sober white women said...

I must say that watching the leaves change colors is something that I really miss! I am glad that we have finally hooked up again.
Kelli

Cathy said...

Wonderful to read, Ger. Love the imagery your words bring out.

Lisa said...

Lovely writing Gerry.


Herrad

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