Monday, November 29, 2021

As God Is My Witness

Looking back, we see
 
There are many things 
One can say 
About keeping silent 
 
In the face 
Of unspeakable crime— 
 
Taking it forward 
To your grave is not 
One of them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Saturday, November 27, 2021

Speechless Before Starlings

They’ve just dropped 
In from out 
 
Of the heavens 
For the duration 
 
Of winter and are strung 
Out murmuring along 
 
The three telephone wires 
Opposite the house 
 
Like notes of a musical 
Score—no, something more like 
 
A long discrete succession 
Of commas taking 
 
Up every available space, 
Leaving no room—period— 
 
For words capable 
Of fulfilling 
 
That imminent,
Bewildering air. 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Haiku: Wanderlust

 
Itch to find yourself 
Elsewhere the moment you set 
Your footloose feet there. 
 
 

 

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Deity

Poetry is that 
Power which keeps 
 
Withdrawing while staying 
Ineffably within 
 
Reach. 
 
 

 

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Supplicants Before The Slopes Of Mt. Ithome

 
Though almost drained of the will
To persevere, take notice— 
 
This steep rugged holy mountain an ancient 
Blind bard once described as “ladder-like” climbs 
In rungs to where the air is still 
 
Alive with daemons 
And spirits 
 
Who have not yet exhausted 
Their last breath to help you 
 
Ascend there. 
 
 
 
 

 

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