flight

breath
breathed into silence
a broken wing stripped clean
hollow bone
egg glue creation
an instrument
flewn of ancient 
flute through
true to its
its what
its form
laughing 
bone draws sky
music from hollow
shift ears eyes heart
mind an empty shell waiting to be filled
searching wisdom 
bone waits becoming 
depth fills tiny holes
an ocean gladness
fills mind
flewn ears eyes heart soul
senses one
capture them
bone holes music
you can fly
you can sing
you can know

denis streeter   6/15/21

Inspired by David Almond's book Bone Music

poetry in motion

a kind of learning

i don't know what it is

a kind of transforming

i don't know what it is

leads me to strange places

rooms i wander

circular directions

take me home

to where i am more myself

whatever that is

ever since i was a little boy, i always wanted to be

a philosopher

theologian

thinker not betrayer

no judas in me

i've lived a life not knowing who i am

a teacher of sorts, in the pure sense

i learn from them, they learn from me

just not an automaton 

i want to speak my mind and not muffle it

there's the rub

does it make you employable?

know your strengths

know others

then you can know yourself

but does that ever happen?

this introversion not good for me

i must dance

i hear music that moves my soul

and in the dance i forget myself

there is nothing but perfect motion

bluegrass

deeper livelier than anything i know

poetry in motion

and with that poetry comes wit

is it?

or song

singing connectedness to each situation

through my bones

that feels eternal

universal

completely myself

denis streeter   6/8/21

A kind of respect

 

Worms may be savvy 

Their burrowing ways

Moles for reflection

Turning upward

Is it religion

Is that the right thing to say

Heaven opens

Is that a sunrise

Interpretation

Seems like such a flat word

Intellectuals use to put you down

But not under

Worms search metaphors

Find them flavorless

We are not worms

They reside in us

Take samples of us

Destroy us 

In our eden

Is worm the snake

Choose your context

Bury or cremation

For mother i chose cremation

Twice

One for her body

The other for burning pictures of her dead body

Sis took the pictures

A sort of proof of her death

Burning pictures a kind of respectful ceremony

Backyard by the old garage

A letting go

Although

She dreams inside my head

Denis Streeter.   5/25/21