Eternal Meetings In Somnolence
By
Because
I’ve spent so much time alone,
I shake this page into vastness of the night air
releasing its treasure of words, into the thick clouds
of somnolence.
I’ve spent so much time alone,
I shake this page into vastness of the night air
releasing its treasure of words, into the thick clouds
of somnolence.
Some
fall into the fertile soil
of your dreams, while others
falling on your roof lull you into a deeper
sleep with that gentle pitter-patter you know so well.
fall into the fertile soil
of your dreams, while others
falling on your roof lull you into a deeper
sleep with that gentle pitter-patter you know so well.
Maybe now
as your eyes have long
reached the end of this page, the sound
of my familiar voice endures.
as your eyes have long
reached the end of this page, the sound
of my familiar voice endures.
Today
I gave my pen over to sorrow
so that her tears could live again
as words, so that history could be reborn
so that her tears could live again
as words, so that history could be reborn
From the tale she spun
I saw again scenes of my youth,
Saw how she put bitterness into the milk
so that I no longer went for the bottle.
I saw again scenes of my youth,
Saw how she put bitterness into the milk
so that I no longer went for the bottle.
She was my first taste of beauty
as a nursing infant, and the first woman
to entertain my delusions.
as a nursing infant, and the first woman
to entertain my delusions.
Since she has written every moment
from between the spaces of my personal histories
why not open all these pages to her,
from between the spaces of my personal histories
why not open all these pages to her,
maybe then I will see the faint
outline of that hand, from which an invisible calligraphy
comes binding us all to the vicissitudes of Being.
outline of that hand, from which an invisible calligraphy
comes binding us all to the vicissitudes of Being.
HI David. The rhythm and tone of your poems sweeps like silk. Beautiful!
Hello Selma, Thanks for the reply. Sorry I was slow to get back. I didnt know there were comments. Val was kind enough to encourage me to let the poems see the light of day. She deserves more credit than I can ever give her. I took a look at your blog, I was smitten, I love your humor that comes through, especially the line: "I have written lots of books and would like to get one published before I die or before the sherry I drink for medicinal purposes destroys my ability to distinguish the present participle from the dangling." Classic! Look forward to reading more of it Dave
Aaah, Brad. The idea of finding springtime in one's step is delicious. Brilliant!
Hi Denise. Two excellent poems. One thing I really like about your work is your dedication to social commentary. Your sense of empathy for the disenfranchised always inspires me. 'A Grey Day' really moved me, especially the image of going home to a plastic covered cardboard box. That really got to me. Very well written.
Thank you so much for your generous comment, Selma. I only wish my poems had the power to make a difference.
I'm sure your work makes an impact. I like your diction and the structure of your poems !!! Look forward to reading more on your blog
HI Gilles-Marie, I enjoyed your poems. I particularly like the image in Hyatt Hotel Harbour of 'Where the blues has no limit.' Very cool.
thx for your comment,selma, and sry for this late answer, i didn't notice it.
Hi Lourdes. I really enjoyed your poems, in particular 'I Must Take Back Paris.' Very well done!
Congratulations, Val, on this first edition of Tuck. Well done!
Thank you Denise, both for the good wishes and for contributing two wonderful poems! :)