Poetry

October 8, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

JD DeHart

 

 

Peripheral

 

 

Amazement, I am sure, resides

just at the corner of the eye.

I heard the fable once of a traveler

who went dune over dune, finally

giving up just one dune short

of paradise.  I’m not sure if that fits,

or if that’s true, but I know that my

feet grow tired sometimes.  I know

that it can feel like I have blinders

on, that I’m spinning, that one

moment is the sky’s lavish belly

and the next moment is a pit next

to a growling dog.

But I still try to take in the view.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Phenomenon

 

 

What is the flesh of the world,

what is the experience that we so

longingly desire to live, and in what

ways do we find its true meaning –

all questions, and more questions

rise out of them, like buds on a plant,

heavily watered with pieces

of answers, shreds of truth, ripped

apart and planted, perfect fertilizer,

the cycle that researchers run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

jddehart

JD DeHart

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is available from RedDashboard.

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