Poem

TT bought me an Xmas book because he thought I needed to write better lyrics. So the first two exercises were on object writing and metaphors. I didn't do them, but I thought about them and on my way home I wandered into working up this metaphor and incorporated some aspects from the object writing exercise. I don't write poetry, I think the last poem I wrote was over 20 years ago but that's what I got here. Lyric writing feels like giving life to an idea, poetry writing feels like ripping the flesh off something to get to the bones. Not as much fun. But here you are.

The winds of........
howl through my memories and 'to be's'
Whistling more lonesome than the voices of
Rocks and rooted things
burdensome and gnarled beneath.

and i,
tumbled,
grit toothed and hunkered....
trusting