requiem for a poem

i left them again
words spread like honey
sticking to my image

these dreams come
and i am shattered
you speak me
and i am silenced
Avalokiteśvara looks down
tangled in grape vines

i am crushed
drunk
with poems

i bear no gifts
no regrets
no sorrow
i am wordless
in a world gone mad.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Emh6ceA6zIg

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”.

Comments

Thanks, Rosie.. Much

Thanks, Rosie.. Much appreciated.

I read and reread my poem and never noticed it. I must have changed it from the singular to the plural and then forgot to remove the *a* this morning...