THROUGH SNARLING HAILS OF MELODY

I

Dear poet, with lost morning’s eyes
Don’t churn too much beneath
Stranger skies, I know you explore
The Sun’s tipped wet stones
With derelict markings for your
Blinded guests, dear poet don’t

II

Harvest beauty too colossal
That this world looks ugly
Don’t mine secrets so subjective
That shift as bright virtual dungeons
The solstice calls you, and I feel
An epic dialogue remains in your Heart
Hidden and partly unsearchable

III

You to whom I can only know
In your writing, whose date is limitless
Ancient with yearning, dear poet
Priestess of the imaged Word
Unfolding floating islands of light
Don’t weep with the hieroglyphics
Of the daunting night, but unbetrayable

IV

Reply to the future’s day, Farewell
To the new amazements born of other minds
A metallic paradise could never reveal
Your incandescent nuances of naked whispers
That fresh with faith renew our intricate parts
Dear poet, your throat is the bridge
Across lifetimes of the gardened skies.

POETRY PRESUMES NO CARNAGE

i

Terribly sweet puppet of my dreams
How close is our zest for doom?
In pages of scrolls, our laboratory
A silver lavish alchemy of poetry
Dullest art to read, greatest
Strife to write, how can I
Cancel my kindness, that spills

ii

To rouse these sanctions from reality?
With a somewhat evil smile
I grin at these eternal rainbow labours
That binds faith to my living soul
In the mere mirage of miracled words

iii

These fairy voyages so rapt
In the moonward bend of unfettered dreams
That run and dance with rich palm-stars
This vortex of celebration without rim
Foam of superscription, literary galore
Last snowy sentences of compassion’s charm.

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WOMB OF A LOST POEM

i

This lamp in our poor room
Sheds a blue light for verse
A shy solemnity of art’s repose
And a gold amenity of peace
That interferes with the interior
Silence, words fresh for a stolen hour
Internal day’s after-glow, lyrically strange

ii

How love blooms in a line
Like a tardy flower, that does not
Know how to give, the world can’t
Break this code, gentle caress
Of invisible music on a page
Whose smile is itself delinquently hidden
For an inner light’s own alphabet

i

The world hugging arches of sky
That flings itself calmly into
A faintest eternity of blush
And glittering breast of hope.

REINCARNATION & MEMORY

I

Forgetfulness is like a song,
So sweet as freedom’s Bell
When I forget my measures
I know I am living well Enough
Forgetfulness is like a Bird
Whose wings are reconciled
To the wind, as I am to my Fate

II

That whispers the saddest lines
And buries itself into Prophecy
Memory unwearyingly leads us
Home, back to the blasted tree
Where I promised the world
Grander things than I could reach!

III

I can remember much forgetfulness
As a fool, I who tried to forget
On the old fringe of silence
I snapped a twig, my heart
So that I might behold an ancient face
Whispering not gloom, but
Shattering possibility, reincarnation.