#974 - runo

 

974

runo

 

I like this word

for a foreign language

 

it has a pebble roundness

as if the river were in it still

 

mouth carves truth from mere air

it’s scripture

 

the poem is alive with creatures

and much too small to see

 

you can taste the word

in its distance – runo!

 

its bright

in every breath

brought it your way

to you

to yours 

 

it comes from a cry for help

a joy song

the mourning

day's labour

dinner down

 

once was a howl to mark the way

we had it from the birds

or growl

 

spindle thin, much bitten in moss

 

sometimes a poem will follow you

like a puppy

but it's gone

if ever you call

 

a kind of survival

 

came by way of a voice in the woods

come over the roar of the sea

 

 

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note – runo is the Finnish word for poem