Line By Line

crow frozen in cornrows sway

slowly lift in the rawboned wind

line by crooked line they leave

wind their way through the dusty fragments

specks of a sunless day

he hums whistles sings crazily

the shouting wind grins joins in

as one they listen to the gathering husks

stalks silk

remnants of men

telling stories

without

end

Line By Line
JP Pestana
2.25.2020

Crossing the I

in this otherwise soundless hour
under the hum of the crumbling bridge
take me away to the daring racing clouds
the far off finish line
of our whispered
lives

Crossing the I
JPPestana
2.16.2020

Songbird

buried deep in the troubled

most tangled brambles

threatened loudly unexpectedly

by the deeper scratches proud welts

of time

a faint song from a tiny heart bleeding

carries him along in the wind

for a moment he soars a smile unforced

he believes this is all too small for him in light

of a wintering withering sun

he listens for a songbird feather falling in

a field of feathers

by now he is certain

there is nothing left

for him to

become

Songbird
2.9.2019
JPPestana