another daydream

another daydream

Friday, May 22, 2015

Spiraling Similes


Fortune

Forgiveness infallible as wings beating into arcing flight
sounding like a shudder of psalms circling
my rigid frame shaken unbolted like a trap door,
like a jaw dropped upon awe - awe like an anvil upon
which I am chiseled as the marble of myself, a marvel
casting off bitterness like sour bits of milk that churn
into butter like a taste of breaking the fast between us.
  
~ LCMH


This poem, with comments by editor David Lehman, can also be viewed at: