December 2011
16 posts
He Came From the Crow's Nest
He Came From the Crow’s Nest
When I dreamt of strength,
I dreamt of you: a sailor’s gentle
footfalls, weak sea legs that
leant into my salting earth,
whitely waiting for
your quivering fleet.
You arrived on the banks of my
stripped white shore, doveing sails,
but my world didn’t ask for explorers.
The flash of a golden telescope triggered
warning flags, my country’s
cannons at the...
“And if you ask how I regret that parting?
It is like the flowers falling at...”
– Ezra Pound, Exile’s Letter
Six Feet Deep
Six Feet Deep
Irregular black tracks
streak across my face, soft
as after a slap.
Pins of water push out
from the corners of my
eyes like a tongue
against someone’s closed lips.
Gasps of breath, pale as laughter,
bring sharp oxygen back
into my curling system.
My body shakes
aching for you.
“You know what hope is? Hope is a bastard, hope is a liar a cheat and a tease....”
– Ben Folds “Picture Window”
I just want to find peace.
“I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch...”
– Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah
A Foggy Day
I’ve written half a dozen poems linking one certain person to the image of fog…what’s scary is that I didn’t notice it until just now. Subconscious??
