~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: VII~

By WordWulf, 27th Feb 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/sag6pohc/
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~Trains blasting through my mind, bird-speak in the outside yard of me, darkness fails to quiet the night of leather wing and dervish whispers~

~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: VII~

~The Danse/After Midnight~

~The Danse/After Midnight~

Listening to that train again blowing down those tracks. This room has a window I refuse to look out of. Do you have any idea of your timelessness, how you take my breath away in a single note of dismissal?

With pen in hand, I am strong. I wield this slender instrument, use it to dig holes in myself, with firm hand and quivering gait to pen mystery, bravely walk away, weeping to that monster awful shrieking whistle – God! Damn those wandering tracks of love.

You tied a strip of leather around my wrist, kissed me sweetly in our poor lost house. You smelled and looked lovely, asked me to leave so we wouldn’t have to say goodbye in the morning, in the blue morning
there to attend me, birds in the yard, creatures who speak a language I understand.

It is the hour before midnight, a time of deep, blue/black darkness. I am a leather wraith drifting down the road, climbing out of the muck of myself. Established of ebon spirit, I experience liberation, divinity, vulgar of faith as I seize the opportunity to finally know who I am, discover through crumbling walls of reality, the bare dangling roots of creativity, the mangled remnants of my self-worth tied inexorably to a lady lost, you, to yourself, in yourself, seeking. I am not the knot of leather tied.

Still I hear a child laugh while enjoying conversation in a room full of strangers. This night I am claimed of shame, a man failed in the midnight hour. I damn this tear its salty track, pray to deaf Gods for the peace of leather dreams, face the night alone in this frozen human flesh.

~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: VI~
~Haunting Me~
~Radical Lament~

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WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)