emily dickinson’s poems rewritten: water is taught by thirst, hope is the thing with feathers, and i like a look of agony
Time, gathers in my words.
Seconds - sentences take.
Minutes - by marks -
Years - why parentheses!
Months, by questions foretold -
“Love” is that thing without words -
That’s written on a page -
And travels on acoustic waves -
Lives inside - your ribcage -
You may have heard it - in the rain -
That falls atop your head -
In the rhythm of the storm drain
Or in the flowerbed -
I’ve seen it in a thunderstorm -
And in a cup of tea -
Sometimes, it grows within a tree
And always within me.
I like nine candles to be lit,
Near the oil painting -
One each night, plus another,
Yet songs I cannot sing -
The house is warm - there is a tree -
Ghosts hover over me
A great miracle happened here -
Winter holiday cheer.