POETRY

April 6, 2014 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

 

 


 

FOR MY SON

By

Charles Bane Jr

 

 

I will not waiver or protest

 

that the wait is hard to bear;

 

The parent-to-be is patient

 

for the child he cannot see, knowing

 

that eternity is rounding unknown

 

seas to fishing nets. My

 

beloved, I wait. I stand upon

 

the beach, my arms are wide, you

 

must swim to the sound of me

 

and lights undreamed. We shall be

 

coins of sides alike and sleep together

 

in the shade. You are the growing

 

length of me that lays

 

upon a floor of leaves

 

and says, there is no end to light

 

or closing of the day. There are only

 

clarions that pierce the dark

 

with mirror songs like these.

 

 

 

OH I THOUGHT

By

Charles Bane Jr

 

 

Oh I thought

you were gone,

but then I solved

the algebra in the

memory of stars

and knew you still

breathed. I couldn’t

bear leaving

your fired soul.

If you’d decreased in

luminosity, imagine

the ferocious eternity

blinding me always

following every

stream, every worshiper

on his knees or

accelerating at abnormal

speed at CERN

to grasp your reality.

 

 

 

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2 Comments

  1. Susan August 08, at 15:57

    I want to respond to your second poem, so exquisitely stark. The ravaging of the flowers, specific and beautiful, parallels the wreckage of a woman's life in a traditional role turned ugly.

    Reply
    • Susan August 08, at 16:00

      This comment is for Ilona Martonfi.

      Reply

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