I engraved my name on a vintage summer

[Omar]

I engraved my name on a vintage summer,
On a beach I yet to visit
Next to water I soon to spatter
Covered with seagull's feathers
There and only there my true being
Stands
And here only here I am wrapped bones
With dusty ribbons.


Nobody blames the sky for being so blue
or the river for killing the Innocents.
They don't miss the burning sun
On a frosting day.
 And I am a budding mistake that
should never have been seeded.


I heard all their voices;
April and May and June....
And I felt the escaping of the Robin
to a fangled east.
as I got prisoned in an everlasting winter-

While they are all meeting themselves and
Everyday
I still unshaped......,
waiting for the pollen!

 

[tonyv]

Omar, you're no mistake. It is what it is -- you did not make this world.

I can tell you, I have several of those vintage summers. They fill my heart and live in my memory, no regrets. And that everlasting winter is ... mine. 

Excellent work.

Tony

[David W. Parsley]

I especially like the startling images, such as "wrapped bones / with dusty ribbons...".

Nice!
- Dave

[mikejewett]

I love the opening line here, and the piece as a whole is well written. I'd avoid ellipses and exclamation points, but that's just my two cents to be taken with a grain of salt.