Mother of Pearl by Andrew Birch
Chainsaws in the distance hum like angry bees
Joggers and walkers pass with nary a second look
Children have passion, excitement for days adventures
Furry felines lay about, perusing an unseen kingdom
I stare at a cloud escaping the herd, directionless
What comfort, bare feet in Earths soil, feeling it’s beat
Whispers from wind caress and sooth perspiring brows
Sitting and listening to lyrical sound of blood pumping
Moments like pearls worn around the neck of the living
Smiles, frowns as hands absently knead grass gone dormant
The sun slowly wanders on, coloring it’s followers in pastels
Night arrives, adorned with flickering jewels, promising tomorrow
Back in 2016-17 I found a series of beautiful, longer-form poems on the Huntsville Missed Connections. At the time, I was creating new poems from found poems, which meant that I could find a poem and like it but that it wouldn’t always fit with what I was trying to do creatively. However, now that I’m in the final months of wrapping up the Lovelorn Poets project, it seems like an ideal time to give those Huntsville poems a voice.
