Saturday, January 16, 2010

Primal Scream

My scream is the scream of surprise
like a birthday I expected to unacknowledge
a day like any other.
at an early age I learned not to anticipate
not to expect anyone to remember
I was always stood up by the turkey.
Mostly it was a scream of sorrow
a scream of loneliness dressed in alizarine and woad
drowning like like the swallows trapped in the blue china bowl.
It was the scream of the lone oak on the hillside
when the sky dresses it in blue and salmon sunsets
and another event chased it to the horizon
and darkness descends in a shroud of stars
and day and night blur in the passing of time
the oak's centuries, like a gaggle of geese
clacking overhead, a vee formation of victory
Surprise, surprise. This IS your life. Today.
This moment. And every day is a new birth
chasing another alphabet across the page.



from Emmanuel Williams' CPITS workshop 1/16/2010




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