Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

PETALS,


white, fallen
yet rising, on the walls 
of a red room.

*

Ginger strips
on 
the tongue.

*

Asking
for what is
wanted.

*

The clang of a cowbell
in an alley
somewhere.

*

Multiplication tables
in the very fingers
that work chop sticks.

*

An argo
of what is said
and not said.

*

Ancestral
need:
belonging.

*

If only
the waitress
would smile.

*

The dreaming
is what really feeds
the orphans.

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