Light Keeps My Time

From my ribs, a lexicon of breath opens.

 Ink meets skin, listens, stays pressure remembering.

 Each page bears weather: salt, ash, and honey.

 Bone sings its light.

I write the dark until it learns a halo.

 Vowels bruise the mouth of what refused naming.

 Desire tutors time: time loosens, replies.

 Warm pulse held heat.

This body of work works upon the body.

 Scars turn grammar; grief becomes a doorway.

 I sign my name where silence learned to open.

 Light keeps my time.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

this is raw and luminous—every line hits like a fist wrapped in silk.
You turn pain into architecture; grief isn’t hidden, it’s breathing between the words.

[red93]

Fine Work CG - how all good souls yearn for and cherish the Light. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Brandon Houser]

Poetry can take hold of your body and soul. This is an excellent summation of that. Your words take all of you. You can read several of your writings and see this.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Brandon… that means a lot.
I try to write from the whole of myself, even when it costs a little... I’m glad that comes through.

[Saibung]

Metaphors, word choices, pace, everything is perfect, I really admire your ability.

Reading this, I get a deep sense of understanding and belonging, things we feel be it joy, sadness or grief that are difficult to express with tongues, through writing we can find the peace and the solace we seek. Such a great piece.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Saibung. I’m really glad the piece met you that way. It means a lot to know that the language offered you a sense of connection and calm.

[D. Mansfield]

Love it. Great poem. .

[Curly Grace]

Thank you. I’m glad it connected with you. I appreciate you taking a moment to say so.

[Trace]

I like this, it reads like I think. ( I think) words and work have great meaning.

Enjoyed, Trace

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Trace. I’m glad it resonated with you. It means a lot to know the piece felt familiar in thought and rhythm