NaPoWriMo - day twenty

peacock

some say the body will last forever.

the skin sensitive to every state,

the eyes always open

scanning the horizon,

piercing the sky,

glimpses of heaven -

that glorious shivering fan

full of sun, moon, stars.

the eyes of the universe

on us, your eyes

searching for my eyes,

blinded by glory -

our own meager glory.

here is the vault of heaven

arranged in a vase,

quivering as you walk past -

the hem of your garment,

soft like a feather.

Writer by Joe Wenderoth - NPM20

Writer

A person, for you, is a book.
Impossible to categorize,
it veers from non-sense verse
to the most tedious of novels
and back
in just a breath.
And the book ends, the book ends.
And what makes the person more real,
then,
than a book,
is just that you cannot re-read
one chapter, one sentence, one word.
You must re-write him,
her,
and you cannot.
This inability is the source
of everything you have to say.

Wenderoth, Joe. "Writer". The Body Electric: America's Best Poetry from The American Poetry Review. Berg, Stephen, David Bonanno and Arthur Vogelsang, Eds. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2000. 734.