Poetry

August 15, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Denis Rancourt

 

By

Rick Davis

 

 

Now

 

 

Closing my eyes,

I let go of

 

unwritten books

that are a slide show

 

of old wishes –

all feeling

 

like myths

or metaphors.

 

As I pray

I invent

 

realms of atmosphere

catching my childhood

 

in a wavy net.

I release

 

the past

like a vampire

 

bathed in light.

 

Happiness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up at dawn

 

 

shuffling near the lake

quietness shakes

 

the wavering air.

purple lilies sigh.

 

sun and moonlight

blend in watery shadows.

 

the creamy moon

is infinite.

 

gusts of wind sing.

a woman with heavy

 

pale make-up

exits a high-rise

 

and scowls

at creation –

 

burning like a necklace

of jewels.

 

peaceful sky.

i jog,

 

lost in thought

and unhurried running.

 

there is water

in the moon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love: an abstract painting

 

 

i dream

of empty water

 

in a lonely harbor.

my love

 

is a bashful song

in the forceful light

 

of summer.

my love

 

is an exposed

summer lawn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rick Davis

I am a Poet and life-long Chicagoan, married, and am a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University.

2 Comments

  1. Martinforoz August 15, at 15:48

    The woman with heavy pale make-up suits the natural surroundings very well. Well-done

    Reply

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