Cardinal
Amidst desiccated brown
the scatterings of snowflakes
and gray ground once soft
with spring
a flutter of winged scarlet,
a sign of glory
brings a smile
He alights, turns to me
and chirps, a semi-
musical complaint
about the lack of birdseed
then twists his head
as though to tell me I
ought to be working
instead of dreaming
the rules of the rules
the rules of the rules broken again
some words you’ve read before:
a/an
the/all
[did you pay attention to these?]
fish/hat
woman/man
howl/laugh
lock/metastasize
[words are/aren't reality]
are these words making a poem yet?
are the
pauses more important than words?
does what I say matter more than the silences?
poetry is tragic
I am a tragedy
Bionote
Joseph E. Arechavala lives in Camden, NJ, born and raised there all his life. He has been writing for over two decades, and has stories and poems published online and in print as well as a self-published novel, Darkness Persists: A Vampire Novel. He is currently working on an anthology of fantasy and horror stories.
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