If I brought you a cloak
embroidered with stars
a staff & a crown & a steed
would you mount it?
If I laid out a carpet
from my veins of bright red
if I bled & I bled
would you walk it?
If I sent you a bird
with a song yet unheard
if it came in a cage
would you free it?
If I wove silk from corn
if I turned wheat to gold
would you wrap yourself up?
Would you count it?
If I gave you a colt
with a horn in his head
would you hold out your hand?
Would you feed it?
If I cast down my hair
with its stiff strands of grey
if I unwound the braid
would you climb it?
If I offered my head
on a carved wooden plate
if I died, if I'm dead
would you grieve it?
If I hand you an apple
from my orchard of hearts
-- it is ripe, it is red --
will you eat it?
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- Disclaimer
Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.
In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.
It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.
A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.
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