because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

this is what goes on the last page

 

we fall, as the year
into december, so
wetly longed-for.

the rush
that calls our quiet
is the absence

of sirens.
the rails we walked
for so long

now blink
into forever,
a smoke-curl

on january’s horizon.
your left hook
is useless

against the coming
cold.
that kind

of hardness
can only melt
or burn.

16 responses

  1. “a smoke-curl / on january’s horizon” – now that’s how to describe forever. I could feel the cold here — sending you warm from California – spread it all over. Good poem, too.- Love, Mosk

    November 27, 2012 at 11:45 am

    • …and finish that book already and start on a new one. It’s about time. – Pop-o Mosk

      November 27, 2012 at 5:31 pm

    • thanks, Mosk. i need all the warm i can get! 😉

      …. oh, and i’m working on count ’em 3 manuscripts now, thank ya very much!

      November 27, 2012 at 8:35 pm

  2. -The sword I lifted was the right word from the right part of this dream….Where there were answers that survived deep underground in purest water.

    -and there’s always water somewhere.

    One can always find a river flowing south deep in the earth to fill a well, if one keeps digging.

    November 27, 2012 at 12:53 pm

  3. there is such a hardness in this…the left hook…the rails….feel it…been a couple cold mornings here…but then again this is not about weather…smiles.

    November 27, 2012 at 2:47 pm

    • heya there, b. feels good to be around & part of a dverse world again. 🙂 thanks for dropping in, and the smiles. 🙂 how ya been? any richmond visits on the horizon?

      November 27, 2012 at 8:38 pm

  4. A strong write, Joanna.

    November 27, 2012 at 3:09 pm

    • thanks, girl!

      November 27, 2012 at 8:38 pm

  5. Lázaro Rojas

    “we fall, as the year
    into december, so
    wetly longed-for.” == So few words, such a powerful intro.

    November 27, 2012 at 6:57 pm

    • thank you, Lázaro. i appreciate your stopping by.

      November 27, 2012 at 8:39 pm

  6. Whew, this is an evocative write! Love these strong words:

    ” your left hook
    is useless
    against the coming
    cold.

    November 27, 2012 at 7:11 pm

    • i’m partial to these lines too, Mary. 😉 thanks for reading!

      November 27, 2012 at 8:39 pm

  7. “your left hook
    is useless

    against the coming
    cold.”

    I’m loving those lines 🙂 Really nice piece. Strong emotions expressed.

    November 27, 2012 at 7:22 pm

    • appreciate your thoughts, Lori. 🙂

      November 27, 2012 at 8:40 pm

  8. when things come to an end…and the rails walked lead nowhere…dang..strong emotions…and heck these last lines…radical..

    November 28, 2012 at 1:49 am

  9. I think this is my first visit to your blog and it is definitely one to remember. What a great piece, every stanza had me.

    November 29, 2012 at 3:10 am

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