Poetry

By

Rick Davis

moving through anger

enough is enough –

lightning splits open sky

as i stumble in rage

walking out from shadows

drowning in frustration

swimming aimlessly

inside a cave of skin

but, you are here –

you are my medicine –

the healing of wounds,

still, i cleave to rage –

the hot sky screams with planes

but with your love

my angst will fade

and our love, as stylized fountains,

showers us playfully –

little owl in the morning oak,

without rage, without resentment –

where is your happiness?

so for a night

i was consumed in fire –

it gets old to be continually bruised.

but deep in the glance

of your silver-blue eyes

and these written words

my pulse slows

and i become wind,

and look at my anger

like a shadow floating

inside a shadow.

coping with chronic pain

pain in my

abdomen —

mysterious

and gnawing

crushes my peace…

tests are normal —

perhaps it is just

the degenerative

disc disease

but the pressure

like a lead weight

causes hands

to sweat

and like a

dehydrated man

seeking water

i need it to stop.

Then, i release

and detach

floating inward

in warm sky.

this is

who i really am.

Freedom.

Rick Davis

Rick (Richard) Davis is married and lives in the Logan Square neighborhood of Chicago with his wife and grandchild. He graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and has completed several graduate programs. He has published over 600 poems.