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.
the tenth muse 
“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
…and finish that book already and start on a new one. It’s about time. – Pop-o Mosk
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!
-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.
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.
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?
A strong write, Joanna.
thanks, girl!
“we fall, as the year
into december, so
wetly longed-for.” == So few words, such a powerful intro.
thank you, Lázaro. i appreciate your stopping by.
Whew, this is an evocative write! Love these strong words:
” your left hook
is useless
against the coming
cold.
“
i’m partial to these lines too, Mary. 😉 thanks for reading!
“your left hook
is useless
against the coming
cold.”
I’m loving those lines 🙂 Really nice piece. Strong emotions expressed.
appreciate your thoughts, Lori. 🙂
when things come to an end…and the rails walked lead nowhere…dang..strong emotions…and heck these last lines…radical..
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.