Tuesday, September 17, 2024
Classic
You see yourself
In that perverse window
That inverted surface
Studying every crevice
Worrying every wrinkle
Wondering
Where the days have gone.
And I tell you
Through this lens
I see
Like all men
You have packed
Those days with living
And stacked those years
Like cord wood
To feed
The blazing glory
You are today.
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Previously posted on Threads
Rites
Dig a hole.
Dig it deep.
Lay a heavy stone.
We do not wish
Him back again.
Not brow
Nor breath
Nor bone.
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Written last fall.
Calypso
Wrote this last October at the Valentin Imperial Maya but posted elsewhere.
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She dances
as though The Sea
were within her.
Calypso calls,
And she responds.
A song and a thrum
Beating at the edges
Of most mortal reckoning.
Yet to her,
The surge and retreat
Is the call
Of an insistent lover.
Rising to meet the rhythm,
She makes it her own.
Queen.
Monarch
Of a court
In elemental sway.
