... put it on a piece of paper

... put it on a piece of paper

     T he clouds pulled down 

       the blinds of winter
     dimming the paling light 

          of autumn skies

       I put the lonely night 

        on a piece of paper
  the whispering wind came up 

       and blew it into dawn

With the daybreak sky painted black 

     as the writhing questions
      and the clouds as raven 

       as the night lay bare

     Now the falling rain erodes 

      the answer's simple truth
that surreally somersault through 

  the grey silence within a prayer

 A soul's writhing blood and clay 

       fight gravity's despair
     hearing the trees whisper 
        with limbs to the sky

           love has no pride

 While autumn leaves swallow 
            the wind gust 

          thence letting go ――
         wreathing upwards 

     still having the strength 

              to fly away

Like a colour from another pallet 

      blowin' in the wind
   pushed out of somewhere 

      it was never really in ...


i n the morning ... 11/09/2017

Author's Notes:

... write it on a piece of paper in the night
to see what rises from the sheets of another day,
        in the morning...

   written by: h.a. rivers ©