New Orleans, where puddles remain stubbornly free of ice
or at least that’s how it seems as I picture them
in my mind,
breath quite invisible
as if warmer season’s speaking from an alternate time
and place in the universe—
I am more comfort than chaos,
more ground pepper than allspice as heartspur takes control,
glimpse of green shoots arising
already from the earth, there are certain things
we need to be mindful of.
Balletic willow wands embrace the wind, give the sense
even though surrounded by inky black sky,
why do city lights repel every cord?
Put a damper on the heart just before the crack of dawn?
There isn’t a moment left to steal,
no daily adventure waiting round the corner as soul draws
in and roams,
why is it that body throbs differently while thinking of him
beneath cogitative clouds?
Tie a cherry blossom to my wrist,
wield a sword so as to battle aphasia growing by
I am more empathy than indifference,
more fire-brick nostalgia than blue-violet polysemy—
come walk through the streets with me,
remain awake as morning songs become white noise;
and then the alarm goes off suddenly.
Photo credits: Lush Life, Loui Jover
Linda hosts at dVerse and invites us to write using a list of words from a book
called “The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows,” by John Koenig 💝