Flitting

I’ve written each
In one sitting
Save for some
Where it’s not fitting
No time to wait
No hands for knitting
The words together
As they roam flitting
And should the day come
Of my committing
Padded cells
A madman spitting
I’ll scrawl the walls
No strength in quitting
For to lose the art
Is unbefitting

-Galwyn

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Cards

A house of cards
Jokers pressed to kings
Weak to the strong
From the outside
A series of wishbones
Not knowing when they’ll snap
Perhaps in a lonely bed
Or in a crosswalk
While busy vehicles conceal the sound
Of plastic surfaces tumbling flat
Yet they’ll rise again
As they always do
With weary hands
And bated breath
Begin again
As the tower grows
With no projected elevation
Fingers stall, hesitate
Wondering, for a moment
If it is better to start again
Or finally fold

-Galwyn

Raindrops

The timid rain comes at night
Descending so softly
Like children down moonlit stairs
The oppressive sun sleeps
While the water rises
Shining on green blades
And inky black streets
Quartz stones
Once faded by dust
Glisten so cautiously
From forest trails
And long barren roads
Yet this beauty will be ignored
For the sightless sound
Of recycled water
That which has seen everywhere
And been in everything
The soul of mankind
Is not etherical and fantastical
No
It is wet and rhythmic
Raindrops of windowsills
And heartbeats in chests
Our treasure
Like us, born from nature
And fated to return to it
Until last light dries it

-Galwyn

Honeysuckle

Pull every honeysuckle
Off from the chainlink fence
Thick gloss black paint
With blistering scabs of rust
Pale petals sprouted forth
A natural gradient from pure white
To healthy green
Upon the smooth waxy stems
Snap one off between your fingers
The thin feelers inside
Hungry for pollen
If it suits you
Pull them out
Place the flower to your lips
And taste the sweet flavor
Not one that is bottled
Or packaged
But rather the faint breeze
Of the spring air
Gusting its way into your lungs
From the fresh wound
Which drips with nature’s nectar

-Galwyn

Animals

Your voice
Distant and soft
A long smooth breeze
Like from a hummingbird’s wings
It calls to me
Through woods
Over water
And on the air
I’ll run, swim, and fly to you
Padded feet flicking the soil
Hips swaying rapid like the river
Feathers stretched warm in the sun

Like a fawn to a doe
Or a wolf to its mark
Warm blood
Tooth and nail
I’ll hunt you
From one predator to another
We nip and play
And sleep under the moonlight

I awaken alone, as every dawn
And wait
Till the light cracks the horizon
Twitching my ears
And tilting my head
Your voice
It sends me on my way
Through another day
And should I find you-
When, I find you

We should clench every moment
With sharp claws
And brute strength
Here in the restless wild
As we need not forget
And cannot deny
That animals have no souls

-Galwyn