Submissions by rigu6

Returned to cold..bittered winds
pound my back, my shoulder
exposed ankle
walking upon grass blades frozen..pebbled stone
sky far away
my work up ahead
work done
soul given
taking back enough
what I can to feel balance
hands are none
eyes to few
giving and taking
by soul of work
dirt..animal..nourishment
by soul of trial
practice day..practice night
by soul of tribulation
giving out
balance
not taking in
by soul of life
inside sitting ..outside reflecting
touching souls...not around
yet be still...

We speak We speak
dark night of feathery weight
carries our voices high
touching and resting on curved point of starry heaven

We speak we speak
not for the sake of procuring lovers
though to be the beloved
we need we must
you need you must
be the beloved

We speak we speak
adorned blind sight vision, clearly
approximating and steady,
strand by strand, thread by thread,
a world is woven and sewn

We speak we speak
of following to grass green and milken lands
though follow I will, if you walk to hellish depths,...

So it goes,
he has left once again

"Split this wood while I'm gone",
he said.
"I'll be back in three days"

It gets dark so early
any will I own
only forces me back inside

watching the window
as he comes and goes

and that woodpile keeps getting bigger
 
     

Fuck you,
are those the words you long to hear from me
Fuck me,
for feeling so bound up with love
broken dreams
to much a burden
for one person to carry
though to set down the load
would take away my sense of being
so fuck you,
for being so empty towards me
so fuck me,
for dragging you in my dirt
and fuck us all
for living with such intolerable emotion