Better Revolt
If birth has no ending
And death has no beginning,
Can we
The better revolt of joy and reverence
Between us?
Walk
Chewing the flame-leaps of sun in my chest
As I walk aware of the bustle
Of leaves, of sunlight, and
Clouds, the grow of trees, the lives of rocks.
Pyrrhic
Now to throw it on yesterday’s
Mound, raise a stone,
And be done with it.
Fragment
Enjambed on a railroad trestle,
Idle verse, spray-painted, like falling leaves
Forgotten by guitar.
Late Afternoon
The blue sky
And the moon
Are trees with roots.
And yet as it rains
The rubbish of sunset
Is met with the banter of stars.
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I’m liking the one entitle “Pyrrhic”. Good work on all, but that’s the one that grabs me most.
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Thanks Michael! Very much appreciated.
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OMG this is all connected, beautifully and reverently. a rich pageant of verse; I’ve just been reading some zen koans so I was in the right frame of mind for these; no, I can,t pick out a fave: they’re all connected; look forward to having another read when I get back from Fellowship —
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Thanks so much John. I’ve always enjoyed koans too. So glad you liked these.
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These are incredible, Bob. I especially love the last two. That forgotten spraypaintrd poetry forgotten by guitar. So beautiful. And the banter of stars. Sensational.
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Thanks Worms. The spray paint is my favorite too.
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Now why can’t people be standing on street corners saying words like these or hand out fliers with the poems on them? Instead, most people have their heads tuned to screens when walking, but I’m not judging them because in some ways I don’t want to bothered and them on screens keeps them away. Anyhoo, that first poem grabbed me in the brain and gut. I think I’ll always remember it, no beginning in death and the lovers working it out? Wonderful. Ok, I’ll stop there because you probably get tired of hearing how great your poems are, but they really are. Your writing impacts me in many ways, one of which is that I read more poetry now. wkkortas had that effect on me too. I think you’ve visited his blog. That made me happy that you guys connected. He likes hockey too. Have a great week!
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That’s an awesome thought, people standing on street corners handing out poems. But like you said, more then likely just staring at phones. I’m glad you liked the first poem. I’m glad too that I get to read wkkortas. I believe I first saw him on your blog. So thanks for that. Have a great week too.
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That’s great that you first saw wkkortas on my blog. Makes the whole wordpress experience that much better.
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“Chewing the flame-leaps of sun in my chest” – 👌🏼👌🏼
“Pyrrhic
Now to throw it on yesterday’s
Mound, raise a stone,
And be done with it.” – If only this were possible when one has a heart.
Beautifully chiselled write.
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Thanks Sunra. And I think you are right, this is not always possible, when one has a heart.
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“Fragment” and “Better Revolt” are probably my two favorites, here; although, it’s difficult to choose. All are fantastic!
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Thank you!!
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