Thursday, 14 February 2019

A Poem by Seth Jani

These Ruins

My sorrow is ordinary,
And I lay it out beneath the trees
For the bone-picking birds to follow,
For the sun to open its seed-pods of light 
And drop onto.
I send it down river
Tied to a heart-shaped boat
Where it will easily break
In the hands of children.
Where the someday fire will calcify,
Becoming just another stone-house
Abandoned to the wind. 


Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, Washington, USA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His work has been published widely in places such as The American Poetry Journal, Abyss & Apex, The Chiron Review, The Comstock Review and Oracle Fine Arts Review. His full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com 

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