Branch 1: Words worth Wordsworth

Something I have been piecing together for the last few weeks.  I finally dug throw all the notebooks I had left parts in, collecting them together, and rough drafted them.

Words worth Wordsworth

We will sit upon the same steps,

Within touching,

Within talking,

Within all synchronization possible,

And yet, only the silence will connect us.

Only the wind raking through  the branches above

Will be our discourse, of coarse

Wordlessness will fit me like a vest and tie

And you like a dress and eyes, and I

Will unspeak so loudly through all those talking

Around us that you will pause, you

Will tense and pause and look at someone else so,

You will not look at me, and we

We will remember.

That Thursday

In the park

Under the tree

We sat on my sweater, we

Talked and told

And asked and listened

And broke and bonded

and re-broke and re-bonded, until

Until the silence could only be shattered

Into words worth Wordsworth:

We leave you here in the solitude to dwell,

With these our latest gifts of tender thoughts;

Thou like the morning in thy saffron coat,

Bright gowan and marsh-marigold farewell!

Cid Galicia

2.21.2015

8:18pm