2016.20 - Minim

We shout brightness,
pirouette and scream,
streamers arcing into
lances, boiling blood
summoning the
heat, the heat, the heat.

We lap and eddy,
gentle strokes evoking,
an envelopment of
blending and abetting
letting the tide rock;
each other’s cradle.

We breathe,
high and low,
a symphony of
untouching
subtle and vital
through and around and

We hold, over and beyond,
cog tick bass and base
and blameless,
the frame for forever,
fortress, reflective,
immovable.

We are a duet of dust,
ash prism, spinning in infinity,
glittering in the light
of long-dead stars,
the fragment of forever
dropping to the bottom
of the brand new sea.


Looking over my virtual notepad, I found some “pages” of fragmentary ideas and suggestions for past NaPoWriMos. So I wove a poem around one of them. Not convinced this poem’s finished, but hey... :)