Poetry

November 10, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Garry Winogrand

 

By

Rick Davis

 

 

Angst: a love poem

 

 

with anxious eyes

i explore

 

my personal book

of lamentations

 

as i regret

life-choices

 

that feel like

shadows quivering

 

as sheet metal

in the autumn

 

of my body,

so that sadness

 

sways like

loose branches

 

and, now in my sixties,

i fear dying trees

 

until i recall

the day i met you –

 

when life

began, and when

 

the sun began

to shine brighter.

 

our life

is an affirmation

 

of sky and peace –

a windy blanket,

 

rustling in trees.

our relationship

 

is as graceful

as purple twilight.

 

your words

are silver

 

bubbles in

moonlight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eternity

 

 

A few years ago when we began to date

You shot hot blood into my poems

As the theoretical became more credible —

 

These days I am no longer lonely

And so I sit awake in my dreams —

 

This morning the sun glanced off the walls –

For you would soon be with me,

And this promise unites us, somehow –

It is as though, through our love

We can be everywhere at once,

 

But still, when I am alone

I am not the same –

I need you to be beneath the same roof

This time is not quite real – as if

I am living on spooky borrowed time

 

But it all passes as I think of our future together,

A loving world-view bejeweled with poetic allusion

Colored in flowering hibiscus.

 

So I give up much of the world

Choosing to gaze upon Birds of Paradise

And other fallen blossoms

As the everyday world without you

Is the abandon of quicksand.

 

We drift, quietly, into eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meditating on Love

 

 

life is

constant

 

linear rain

but, moving

 

into silence

i encounter

 

a whirling

aftermath

 

and in this

place of peace

 

i have no loyalty

to the rigors

 

of illusive

words

 

materialism

and debate

 

so that motion

is deceptive

 

settling into

divinity

 

where time

is no longer

 

an enemy

and where i can

 

get lost

in air

 

finding

glowing

 

potential,

like dormant grass.

 

contemplating

our love

 

it seems

as though

 

we glow, softly,

like fireflies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rick Davis

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

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