I Shall Clothe Myself in Silence

I hear the wind in the papers
The stray cat sleeps on the sill
Wisconsin is but an abstraction
I wake against my will.

Fell leaves and open fields lie beyond the odd horizons.
The laugh that made us children sinks in darkness as the sun rises
What weight is made too heavy by the breathing of the past?
What wonder starts its folding when the matter takes us in?

Each holds enchantment
Roses fall away in gathering
The mantle slides to the ground.

The electric innocence settles in.
I hear the wind in the papers
Fell leaves and open fields lie beyond odd horizons,
Each holds enchantment.
I shall clothe myself in silence.

How long have you been writing?

-with love

poetry...since 1963. why, is my slip showing? I know the punctuation in this one's a little erratic, but I don't have the strength to clean it up right now. I was just listening to the words.

amo et avanti,

Peter

Peter, lately your closing lines have been stronger than the lines that precede them. Is that a conscious effort, or not?

Les

Les,

not. I really do, after over five years writing in this forum, write primarily stream of consciousness, editing mainly only punctuation and once in a while word choice...but I am primarily channeling the available language, sometimes molding the channel with my actual experience, but not attempting to be a reporter and not actually working on my poetics.

Thanks for noticing the last lines though.

amo et avanti,

Peter

p.s. This one was written after reading a couple pieces by Dylan Thomas.

Thanks for the explanation, knowing how others approach the writing process helps me to understand much about their work.

Les

"I hear the wind in the papers
The stray cat sleeps on the sill
Wisconsin is but an abstraction
I wake against my will."

My favorite lines, which is excellent because they draw the reader in. Also, I had to smirk at the Wisconsin line, being in a family full of cheeseheads. Nice piece.

Sarh_Ann,

I knew among the people I'd never met there would be at least one who would claim to be from that place I'd never been, smiling at me...I can see.

Peter

Oh no, not me. I'm a Michigander through and through, but my 2 older siblings, mother and her side of the family are all from there. Perhaps I subconsciously enjoyed it more, as I too have never been there.