i’m tying small knots
a macramé of indigenous drifts
pandering subtle threads
of ferocious softness
i'm slipping inevitable strings
and bonding supple thoughts
knitting an invisible net
by needling noiseless doubt
securing gaps in space
with a tapestry of screens
i’m fraying at the edges
and smoothing all the seams
©9.30.2010 heather brager
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The waiting.
the room
could be a vacant tomb
an empty box
shipped over ground
from somewhere
beyond the range
and the freezing
sheets are smooth
and vast across
empty miles and miles
of damp and hungry neglect
against her legs
...but a table
is ready and waiting
dust on the dishes
frost on the panes
as and she longs
to glide beneath
winter’s looming
atmospheric change
©9.16.2010 heather brager
could be a vacant tomb
an empty box
shipped over ground
from somewhere
beyond the range
and the freezing
sheets are smooth
and vast across
empty miles and miles
of damp and hungry neglect
against her legs
...but a table
is ready and waiting
dust on the dishes
frost on the panes
as and she longs
to glide beneath
winter’s looming
atmospheric change
©9.16.2010 heather brager
Thursday, September 9, 2010
To fall.
they plunged close to the surface
cupped hands and open mouths
silhouettes of birds skimming over
then swooping skyward's gradient
and ladling amber clouds
leaves settled an autumnal blanket
wandering on glassine reflections
swelling wings and sinking sunlight
with other vistas left to the distance
currents drifted over peaks and east
falling, lapping at the sharp edges
resisting chills that crept through the screens
echoing through the gloomy canyons
and decomposing summer’s damages
© heather brager 9.9.2010
cupped hands and open mouths
silhouettes of birds skimming over
then swooping skyward's gradient
and ladling amber clouds
leaves settled an autumnal blanket
wandering on glassine reflections
swelling wings and sinking sunlight
with other vistas left to the distance
currents drifted over peaks and east
falling, lapping at the sharp edges
resisting chills that crept through the screens
echoing through the gloomy canyons
and decomposing summer’s damages
© heather brager 9.9.2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Predictable irrationality.
step back from the perimeter
with your simplistic twist
of scrawled and fractured practicalities
there is futile sanity
within the tepid oscillation
you dangle-swing
a predictable pendulum
you know this worth
these words flee from my lips
with adjunct effected reiteration
slink backwards to your
shaky corner and coil
amidst your trembling
and fallacious sanctum
© heather brager 9.2.2010
with your simplistic twist
of scrawled and fractured practicalities
there is futile sanity
within the tepid oscillation
you dangle-swing
a predictable pendulum
you know this worth
these words flee from my lips
with adjunct effected reiteration
slink backwards to your
shaky corner and coil
amidst your trembling
and fallacious sanctum
© heather brager 9.2.2010
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