Curious fury accompanied
the tang of brittle dried pine sap.
When is neglect best?
Whispering cackle of winding leaves-
wherever did she grow?
Such sweet music, the eery
struggle with a violin string:
the key also winds.
Milkweed washes over like
soothing breakers in a sea
that cannot keep its promises.
flies trapped in amber-
if I sting, I am as she grieves.
Chew- my teeth, your gums;
no baby would tell me. No God.
This stasis substantiates sorrow,
she said by her silence,
solemn in the kneedeep leaves.
Dry brittle shards scratch our beliefs
into such intricate griefs...
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and don't make money off it)
2007 Jason Paul Fox