Monday, February 9, 2009

skin's music

In this skin i feel my music. In this skin i know my face. It's not a canary caressing a sonnet. But more like a crow beneath fog's sweaty cape. My crackling caw is gruff on arrival. Grasping at branches long since forgotten, and shake loose my story from the bottom of the gullet. I sound the call of life with my throat to heaven gaping. Loud, gruff, stubbly, and obtuse. This is my song, i am its valley. But even the thorn makes a lasting impression. And what is one's life but its effect on others? My body is a tiny pebble, and this life a ripple through the fabric of forever.

5 comments:

Claire said...

the last three sentences... powerful!

david said...

All I can say is WOW! Your writing, music and all your work is amazing and inspirational. Thanks for the impact, -D

jtrue said...

thanks for the kind words David. My mood has felt the ripple!

Caroline Pond said...

you are our Ernest Hemingway of the 2000's. So lovely your words.

Ida said...

This is incredible, takes my breath away..