gather round
this is where I fell to ground
trailing out torn sails
streamers and contrails
dragging my wreckage
like god’s own fingernail
across thawing fields
furrowed and strip-mined
these seasons leave me
with exposed roots
if you trip, I apologize
kiss the earth and
try to sympathize
it’s just my rotation
but getting shorter each time
but where was I?
with my icarus mind
funny how the sun is
so cunningly kind
with spring rains to wash me
and mud on my cuts
and the halo to beckon
you can be sure
I’ll unfurl once more
but be still
I know it is not yet my time
collapsed, I am circumscribed
to only see, but never try
locked up and shrink wrapped and tied
if you fasten your hand to my side
I will feel only shadows
like the trees pass
when your eyes are closed
and what I can’t see
I cannot believe
paralyzed as in a dream
analyzed, but never seen
if gasp and cry out
will you ever hear me?
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Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it’ll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover’s lane.
Life’s long celebration’s here.
I’ll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood
make you feel much better.
OMG
And here I thought I was the only person who liked Jethro Tull.