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| 'Dance of Death' illustration from the Nuremberg Chronicle by Hartmann Schedel (1440-1514) |
an underworld red eye angel pilgrimage
(a poem born from thoughts of Zeus discussing making
bread and deals with Monty Hall on an overnight flight
into fancy)
'tis winnowing November
calendar womb new demon
and I am want
to be near
the death
of a soul
searching for bones
in a pocket full
of rye and coins...
I jangle and scurry
hurried thoughts
to stay meandered
so that I may spend myself
in connected breaths
lattice mad with a zeal
for being undone...
dear ms fantasy
I am cleaning up
after the physics
of self gratification
fondly fondled
a found me sated
weighted with words
and herds of melancholy
taking joyful turns
playing minor chords
while traveling in the clouds...
with tides and rain
explaining ways poem
homes in on what heart is
skeletal remains await
crucible discoveries
in slow embraced decay...
so here where humanity says
the ways we display intentions
are the bent shuns and seeds
we still separate from wheat
basket, blanket
and cracked thin husks
thrown into the air
all the processes we repeat
for ritual and name...
seated next to me
is a baby eater
an old king
who keeps repeating
his wife will make the bread
for just a few dollars
and a bit longer on the throne...
EJR ©
My goodness, I love your work. What a treat it is to have access to your poems.
ReplyDeleteThese are my favorite sections:
"I am want
to be near
the death
of a soul"
the second, third, and last stanzas
Gratitude for saying such...this piece nearly wrote itself this morning...strong coffee, remnant what-ifs and a lean cut slag Sun of November streaming into old panes...with my fingers helping me stay clear of my brain's insistence on editing before creation... :)
Delete"remnant what-ifs and a lean cut slag Sun of November"
DeleteYou can't not write in poetics, I presume. You're either wonderful or awful to live with/near, I'm sure. Perhaps some combination of both, as are we all.
A very astute observation...and it never ceases to amaze me that folks actually read these pieces that I am both compelled and full of desire to express...thank you so much for taking the time to comment...
ReplyDeleteIt never ceases to amaze me that other people are both compelled and full of desire to release their poetry indefinitely. You must have such confidence in yourself --- which is completely justifiable, of course.
DeleteI'm very finicky about how I post. Almost immediately after "publishing," I'm returning poems to drafts or deleting entire blogs because I don't want people to know just how insane I am. :) Sweeping away the evidence, you know.