Poetry Night: 3 of 3

Odinic Treasure –  a Cento

It is mountainous.
It is a bird of fire,

late at night, saluting an unforgiving song.

Rushing River of Presence,

make us crack
like leaves of laurel

the brightness of ash

that has flowed and cooled,

though in the core
of a star.

In You I am

too mythic,

In You I am a

small blue miracle.

I sit counting syllables like Midas gold.

In You

my soul can sing.


[with respect to Kathleen Ossip, Mark Nepo, Ishion Hutchinson, Sidney Wade, Miguel Murphy, James Richardson, H. Jeremiah Lewis, and Etheridge Knight].

Posted on June 21, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on Poetry Night: 3 of 3.

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