Wreckage of Winter
Poem by Thal Mohammed
Inspired by Episode 7: Mental Game with NBA Strength Coach Drew Cleary
The wreckage of winter and
my heart coalesce
with every moment and gesture.
The silence of unfulfilled desire
is a howl of wolves extracted
from the depths of antiquity.
Slowly I bow to poets who come
before me for they may have said it all.
Perhaps I have to drink from every cup
of wine until I find my own.
Just like I drink your love and borrowed
words until I find my own.
Perhaps I have already found my own,
and now I wait for you to find.
Your skin your voice.
Now I wait for you in the valley of those
who are tired of all the talk and noise.
Tired of an obsequious existence
devoid of all that is original and meaningful.