Current Status, January 20 by W.L. Winter17 Nov 2017, Posted by Poetry in
CURRENT STATUS, JANUARY 20
Wild geese sing through icy branches, soft drops fall through a shallow breeze
A long wave of rain rolls northeast and in its wake a shock of bulbous clouds
burns a cubic inch of history
A flat expanse of cold mist hides a huddle of used-up doctrine that dissipates slow but
leaves a wound, what was once a window is now a murmuration of fools’ weapons
The golden hour turns brass, unearthed pride
drips down chins like black oil, an aberration in the air distorts the banners as they kick
my cousins with new boots, proud of it
The binary weave grows taut, rhetoric flies like finger birds. Under the city dome the
sky grows dark from flash-bomb smoke, but out here on whippoorwill hill the lone oak
still stands in the starry wind, reaching for me
About the author:
W.L. Winter posts regularly on the poetry sharing website Hello Poetry. Five of Winter’s poems have been selected for the Daily Poem there. Winter is also an occasional host and has been the Featured Poet at Oklahoma City’s longest-running monthly poetry open mic at Full Circle Bookstore.
Art: Firouzeh Bakhtiari, @firouzeh_bakhtiari.