Breath & Shadow

A collection of my poems, some dark, some on the lighter side, some new, some previously published, and some I like to call "Brautigans," after one of my favorite poets. Hope you'll enjoy them!

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Copyright © 2018 Antoinette McCormick

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12. Kohaku

 

It is not love that fills him
Nor forgiveness,
Nor regret.

The sun swing-arcs across the sky
A sickle blade fastened to a chain
Held by a hand no longer conscious of what it holds
Or why it moves; so it knows not how to stop.

He is the tree through which
The wind screeches
Branches straining to scratch
A sky they cannot reach.

It is not love that binds him,
Nor grief,
Nor mercy.

He is the whisper heard
As a dream falls away
An incomprehensible piece
to a puzzle, long abandoned.

He is the deep pool in the green river
Captor and captive of
The slow circling of gnarled debris
Malingering among wraiths of death, disease.

What will heal him is
only what has been stolen from him:

Drop by drop, her tears falling;

Drop by drop, his blood trickling;

Drop by drop, an icicle melting.

 

It is not love that fills him
Nor forgiveness,

Nor regret.

The sun swing-arcs across the sky

Like a sickle blade fastened to a chain
Held by a hand no longer conscious of what it holds
Or why it moves; so it knows not how to stop.

He is the tree through which
The wind screeches
Branches straining to scratch

A sky they cannot reach.

It is not love that binds him,

Nor grief,
Nor mercy.

He is the whisper heard

As a dream falls away
An incomprehensible piece
to a puzzle, long abandoned.

He is the deep pool in the green river
Captor and captive of

The slow circling of gnarled debris

Malingering among wraiths of death, disease.

What will heal him is only what has been stolen from him:

Drop by drop, her tears falling;

Drop by drop, his blood trickling;

Drop by drop, an icicle melting.

 
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