Commonword Blogs

Thanks everyone for all your comments. Here's version 2....

Until I call your name
you speak with glass voice
make my slow sonnets fade and curl

The dry trees crackle with
unconscious blossoming

Conscious of brittle bones, of cracked teeth, sand scatters
It echoes dust

Will your grieving bed prevail?
Direct dry tongues to dying towns?

Your eager fingers grasp - and clutch
life measured with tales told, words sold
And how to calculate the weight of feathers, or of gold?

You unfurl dusty half-deserted sheets
Will your grieving bed prevail?

Call of geese and gulls, of meditation bells
It spreads through sky like locusts
Fate, eyebrow raised, smiles a sealed secret