Thursday, February 26, 2009

our family writes haiku (and other kinds of poetry)

to where the yonder windlings blow,
and where dropped seedlings curious to grow,
have sent their breath, with ears kept low
I return my words, with hopes they land safely.

Take thee heart and massage it deeply
You have my eyes and ears freely
dance the feet and pack the car
I am with you, wherever you are

the city lives, and is not done with me yet
so you have me here too, with bricks and cement
keep the lines alive, so the pulse can sound
and be felt by the feet touching connected ground

colin o'brien-lux

2 comments:

ptr grg knt said...

it's MUSIC it's lovely

thekitchenboy said...

have you put music to this??
if not, you should!