By: M F Drummy

For some reason I feel like

Emily Dickinson today –

A timid, untitled

Bird – wings clipped –

Descending, Zen-like,

Through nesting dolls

Of Loneliness toward

The unwelcome potsherds

Of Deceit – fearsome relics

Of the archaeology of

The Soul – a Life in chaos,

Nature unbound from

Intention – random, drifting –

Daffodils wrapped in Wax –

Will I never get my Ducks

in a row again? 

*While there are enough disagreements to fill a small library concerning the number of untitled poems Emily Dickinson actually composed, the first Harvard University Press paperback edition of The Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by R. W. Franklin and published in 2005, tallies 1789.

M F Drummy holds a PhD in historical theology from Fordham University. He is the author of numerous haiku/senryu/haibun, articles, essays, poems, reviews, and a monograph on religion and ecology. His work has appeared, or will appear, in Allium, Amethyst Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Emerge, and many others. He and his way cool life partner of over 20 years enjoy splitting their time between the Colorado Rockies and the rest of the planet. He can be found at: Instagram @miguelito.drummalino Website https://bespoke-poet.com

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