Aptly Named Meadow

By lupus tenebrae

 



The dirt road, that night,
lit up in every grain
in arrows pointing westward,
 I took this as a sign, and started walking;

until I couldn’t see the grocery,
and the sting of caffeine
touching amateur tongues 
couldn’t be felt,

until the wildflowers
mixed with wheatgrass,
looked like stars
where the Earth and cosmos once met,

until I learned what’s in a name,
and that a tree’s roots
run farther down 
than illusions would let you believe,

until I stopped wondering,
why my home was called Fisher's Lane
when there wasn’t
a body of water to be found.

I left for an aptly named meadow,
traded my innocence for a verse,
and found a voice 
so I could claim something as mine. 

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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Wednesday, October 31, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Yeah, this is a very raw form of my poetry, but until my block subsides again...
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