RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition who publishes zines & physical books & electronic books & music & photography & digital art & just generally whatever feels necessary to survive this deluded earth thru Rojonekku Word Fighting Arts survival systems (Version 69, establish 14 Feb 1973). Comments encouraged.

Tuesday, December 6

freestyle sonnet #063: ODE TO TRUE NATURE OF HUMAN SELF DENIED THIS MORNING

Felt compelled this morning to listen to the crows,
crazy cawwing from cold country woods, but Work called.
Wanted to sit idle, watch grey skies as front blows
through, clouds shifting until new weather patterns stalled

and heavens drip half-frozen rain. Wanted to watch oaks
stand there, growing beyond my own recognition,
naked fingers outstretched. Needed to smell fire smokes - 
cedar, scrub pine, and scrap wood combined emission

from sanctified pit I ought to sit around more
often, but Work's always calling, living detached
from natural roots, focused on what's in-store,
fastened to unsustainable future, mismatched

from what "me" is at heart. Heart ignored because Work's
calling; but knowing learned ways are false always lurks.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I LOVE this one.