Your Feathers Rake the Wind
Herald to me a coming of clarity.
In charity i trust you will be kind.
Nevermind the disjunct and stammering,
The quiet clamoring of my heart wrenched ajar,
And all of the far-stretched hopes, that fly in your usual wake.
I don't know what on earth it would be called, but I like your rhyme scheme of last word of one line with a line in the first part of the next sentence: Clarity-charity, kind-mind, stammering-clamoring, ajar-far.
ReplyDeleteS'good stuff. The wording and imagery are quite beautiful as well.