Poetry

Martin Hricko

By

Scott Thomas Outlar

Manifesting Minutes All the While

Yesterday passed away

before tomorrow came,

and now I’m stuck

in the honey trap

of present moment mindfulness.

Pondering the possibilities

of what it means

to have time on our side;

all these shifts in the system

seem to slip and slide

through a stream of memories

I’ve yet to collect.

I can see for miles

into the future tense

of a tactile dream

that becomes more corporeal

with each successive tick of the clock;

seconds sigh with pleasure

as they die

with hero’s honor,

doing their duty

no matter what abstractions

the physics of space

try to place in their way.

Burning down the Throne

The sun shifted

with a sudden urge

to complete its cycle,

sending out

a subtle flare

to let us know

who’s still in charge.

A little flash of light

can go a long way

when half the world

has already surrendered

to darkness.

Breathe in

the bounty

of fire;

these flames

can help to heal

the wickedness

of a heart

that’s grown cold.

Red and yellow

bursts of color

coalesce and crystalize

in the seat

of the soul,

burning away

the calcification

of the pineal gland

while opening a portal

to much brighter days

ahead.

Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He recently received three Pushcart Prize nominations for his work in 2016. Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience. He serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, Novelmasters, and The Peregrine Muse.