jeremiad

it’s unsettled, this thing in our chest
delicate as the velvet underside of lamb’s ear
bellwether of change
preparing to die
in the dark
in the cold
as winter shoves her fingers down its sleepy throat
dormant into the dirt
winter steals beyond the plant
she will claim our hearts with frigid hands 

I am sorry I have no answers
experienced in living
neophyte in death
parse these words gently
it’s unsettled this thing in our chest
delicate as the velvet underside of lamb’s ear

I do apologize for this lamentation
this jeremiad from dust
to dust

oatmeal walls

oatmeal walls

sketched last year-no one died for the writing of this piece-all is well

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2 thoughts on “jeremiad

  1. Man, you’re making me bust out the dictionary here lately, AM! But that’s good. I need to improve my vocab (“jeremiad” now tucked safely in my noggin). You know, it’s funny but your poem/verse is sort of like the epiphany I had the other early morning while I was standing outside with Chuck, who was lifting a hind leg to the tree (having his own thoughts, I’m sure). I won’t tell you what my epiphany was (kinda depressing), but your words here remind me of it and make me realize it’s a universal notion. Anyway, you’ve not only parsed your words gently, you’ve parsed them well and true. An excellent jeremiad, this one. 🙂 DS

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