Incense A Year
Burning matches
start the story
of relations —
transitory.
Fire gives scent to
trouble airways
moves hour present —
ah om, upraise.
Smoke blows up but
drops downward drafts —
tools perspectives
to hone contrasts.
Ash acquaintance?
Let’s lest forgots —
to smell and sense
our speed in knots.
NOTE: Is there something new to discover about forgetting such auld acquaintance the new year asks of us via song? This rendition by Chase Holfelder is an interesting, minor key version of that song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyozoc9DfDs
There is always something new to discover. May your experience of this set of rolling, tumbling numbers, 2019, be filled with meaning…via the economy of poetry.
Thanks to all 2018 readers and appreciators of this small piece of internet fake estate I seem to own as I own breath, a hair, a dream, or, a drink of water.
