Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Lapis Lazuli harmony

The heron's beak
is an arching spire
piercing the tinfoil-bitter-blue.

He provides the path
from the Thunder God's fury
through the crown of my skull
through my vertebrae
My feet rooted.
My ears are open.

Fill me with dirt,
I have cleaned my plate.

1 comment:

Roots said...

Well once again your highly abstract style of poetry leaves me curious to your meaning. If I were to guess, I would say you were watching a thunder storm. Thunder clouds can come pretty close to the colour of Lapis Lazuli and the Thunder God's wrath would likely come in the form of lightning.

Am I close at all?