s o u l – d r u m m i n g


Sorrow beats at my door
Like a woodpecker
That has forgotten the
Shapes and colors of nature

Peaking through my curtains
I’m in awe at her beauty
Imagining the sound of her
Persistent drum as a forlorn song

She massages me with
Impatience as I place my
Back against the door
Before sliding to the ground

The wood greets me with
A cold winter slap to my
Bum — Unapologetic to my
Surprise and sudden tears

The woodpecker has left
As a violin in the distance
Plays a ceremonial song of
Courtship and Love

My recognition is fearful
Not finding pleasure in
Unnatural greetings and
Echoes of silent promise

No roots have I to be
The tree
No romance have I
To be the courted
No word have I
To warrant sound

Why does the door
To my heart have
Guards at watch
In worlds unseen

How do they watch
Yet not feel pulled
To comfort me?

It is in the sun
That my words
Assign burden
To Heaven

While the moon
Drives my soul
To the unmarked
Grave of my baby

Where I apologize
For the weakness
Embedded in my
Chemical makeup

Please do not read
My stories to find
Meaning from a
Keeper of ghosts

My heart is a
Sacrilege to all
Kingdoms of
Noble deed

Direct your
Efforts
Elsewhere

For in my lonely
Hours
You will find only
An uncarved angel
Directing dreams

Vanished in feeble
Whispers
In answer to the
Drumming of an unheard
Woodpecker