days

[wytchcroft]

 
then count the days backward
stop time
stop tongues

and no damage done

strangers reading names from tombstones
speaking in birdsong
shaking the trees

with an alphabet of broken teeth

catching a breath
of ash and friendly steam

this is not - there is no - what could be -

a gap toothed truth
and honesty

for the space between fingers
for the length of a smile
and the days counted backward
for many a mile

Comments

[inmyocean.livejournal.com]

I am very impressed with this piece -- whether it is poem or they are lyrics. Everything about it runs smoothly and I love the expression and (vivid and unique) description.

Bravo, my friend. :))

Adding this one to my memories.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

the weird thing is that this piece took forever! i put it aside eventually after trying it every which way and then out of the blue (and separately) javafiend and my friend Selene gave me the inspiration to revamp it and get it posted, finally.

i'm very happy that you liked it :))

[inmyocean.livejournal.com]

It's a piece to be proud of. You did good. :)

[reginaclarejane.livejournal.com]

um... wow. nic... like suzy said- impressive.
"gap toothed truth..."
yes.
:)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

"gap toothed truth..."

i have to admit, i was worried that i might have accidentally swiped that from you! :))

[reginaclarejane.livejournal.com]

no, i don't think i've ever used gap toothed truth... that's all yours, my friend- and wonderful it is, too!
:)

[java-fiend.livejournal.com]

Beautiful piece. It evokes a feeling in me... something I can't quite figure out. I'll have to think on it. But I love the fact that your writing seldom fails to make me *feel* something. Really well done.

seldom fails to make me *feel* something...

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

indigestion?
an allergy? how are your histamine levels??

LOL! :))

actually i owe you, your recent entry was a nudge to me to dig this out and overhaul it, so cheers! thanks :))

Re: seldom fails to make me *feel* something...

[java-fiend.livejournal.com]

Well it's definitely not a case of gastrointestinal distress, so that's a good thing. :-)

I'm curious... which entry nudged you?

Re: seldom fails to make me *feel* something...

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

the one about K. i guess i decided to keep the brick and the blanket for myself, LOL! :))

[kodzujoro.livejournal.com]

good! especially i liked metaphor 'with an alphabet of broken teeth'

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

thanks, my friend :))

[mr-stapleton.livejournal.com]

another great piece of yours, my friend!
admiring,
s.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

thank you Mr S :))

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

and Liverpool - congratulations on that fine victory! oh yes :))

[med_cat]

Vivid imagery, as always :)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

merci! :))

and the days counted backward for many a mile

[willowtreedance.livejournal.com]

Really liked this! For some reason I felt I could relate to it, even though the meaning isn't clear. Just it all made sense, but didn't, but touched a cord in me... no I'm not making sense I'm sure. lol

Thank you for sharing, as always. :-)

Re: and the days counted backward for many a mile

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

i'm so glad it meant something to you, that makes me very happy :))

[chalissa.livejournal.com]

You. I miss you. That's entirely my own fault, of course. I just came over here to your LJ for the first time in forever, and it felt like returning to a dear friend's house to visit and catch up on what's been happening... "what's been happening," of course, being your mind-blowingly beautiful writing.

And this is no exception. I loved reading it right now, because I discovered the loveliest cemetery just around the corner from my apartment, full of trees and flowers and quiet corners to sit in and singing birds and prowling half-wild cats and the mortal remains of Bertolt Brecht and his wife Helene. I've been walking around the cemetery lately ("Friedhof" – literally, "courtyard of peace" – is the German word for cemetery), looking at every grave in turn, meditating on the people with huge grand graves, and also the people whose families couldn't afford a grave at all, but just planted a few flowers in their assigned plot. It got me reflecting, musing, feeling peaceful and reminiscent.

So, reading this made me smile.

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

i'm just really happy that you are where you are and that you are managing to find places personal to you.
keep on adventuring dear mystic muse wife! :)))

the cemetery i visited recently is a small but fairly famous one in the north of england.