Spiring
SPIRING
jumping over hoops,
getting caught on iron needles high.
dogs nipping, gnawing,
clawing at skin and rags,
rolling,
rolling in mire,
slithering round and round
the spokes of unwritten thoughts.
thoughts that teach a fettering,
flattening, fostering
of doubts.
printed plates invisible
in misty blue, burgeoning blots.
drowning ink expiring,
perspiring, perhaps
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flames of dung. did you think
a match, could claim
to hiss and hAtCh?
it rebels!
rings hell’s bells,
until you quench its thirst. cursing cursive dance
melts in the cool sun,
satisfied by ashes, stoked.
smokeless sentience, reticence of cheer,
yet a new year...a promise to yourself,
to rise on black and blue,
or tapping the matrix of stars and moon,
spiritual spiring of heart and soul,
indelible ink.
4/12/2018
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Kim Rodrigues
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