Poetry

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.