Summers End
you will not be able to answer
these uncommonly large questions
like where have the birds gone
and will they come back
you think it a matter of maps and longitudes
and all day the fast thinking sky has drained you
you are sure
the birds have instinct, color, and light
but you haven't been blessed
with the courage to hunt them
As evening cracks
you hum a noisy tune,
a secret code to retrieve
the birds.
It is your grace, your blessing,
your falling into willow baskets
lined with fur, your talisman.
Gary L. Pierluigi
*
Edgar and You
We sat on the edge of the world
claiming all we laid eyes on
as ours
calling out our names into
the empty cosmos
growing smaller every second
becoming little grains of dust
swept against
the throne of the trinity and
all the world forgot us
but i know
you were there
and you know
i was there.
Jarvis Black
*
Structures
Some days I am towering
like blocks of Stonehenge
on the Salisbury Plain
ordered like the monument's rings;
intriguing as its origins
strong as rope to hoist
50-ton sarsen stones upright;
deep like the ditch-and-bank
that formed the earliest circle
unique as the altar stone
embedded at the relics' core
ancient with eternal breaths.
_______
Other days, no.
Other days, I am only
a wispy spring flower,
one of many,
subject to bluster.
Note: Construction of the first phase of England's mysterious Stonehenge is said to have taken place roughly 5000 years ago. Sarsen stones are huge standing structures that today comprise much of the monument. The fallen altar stone, within the innermost arrangement, is the only stone of its kind at the site.
Janet Lynn Davis
*
Sea Dance
Swifts thread the sea grass,
tumble like blown leaves,
swerve, flutter, dive --
always the dive to Earth -
halt, and soar again.
Their wings flutter like bats
then tuck in as they
dive-bomb the meadow dune,
tiny rockets in morning air.
Everything we need to know
about flying, they have understood
since birth
in the same way as the sea
knows how to foam.
Catherine McGuire
*
String Theory
in the dream I had
we were sitting
me and God, both tired
He was trying to explain again
the theory of string
the thing behind everything
and He said to touch my navel
and I did
and He said we all have one
and I said right
and He said if you all have one what does that mean to you?
I said we are connected questioning
and He said by what
and I answered by theory.
And?
and a dream. and invisible string.
I mean His invisible string
the thing behind everything.
and I said but what about love...that's what I need to know
and He said that theory is a secret.
but I can tell you all you want about dreams
Tony Wynn
Berlin
The 1st day of September, 2006
*
Collage
Lightening flash...
from behind the clouds
it's like a flash bulb...
I hate cameras -
frozen images represent
life.
Pose here.
Smile Pretty.
Get my good side.
It doesn't matter if they're
glossy or matte
8x10, 5x7 or
wallet size,
when you lay them out
they're a picture perfect
lunatic fantasy.
Lightening flash...
I don't resent
that you took everything.
I resent that everything
wasn't enough.
I resent that you blame that
on me.
I'm not Wonder Woman, and
maybe witches are real,
but wishing doesn't pose me
as demonic illusions.
The blond in your frame
is washed out.
Lightening flash...
I can tell which direction
the train's going
by the volume of the horn.
Wheel rumbles finally fade, but
the clocks keep ticking,
keep the beat,
keep me from sleep.
There is no spell
to freeze-frame clocks or trains.
Lightening flash...
you were expecting something
spiritual...
what church promised, but
never delivered.
When the sledgehammer delivered
the cracking blow,
you found
The Dark Side of The Moon
in living color.
But The Wall can't be rebuilt;
all you have left are
dog-eared photos of what was.
Lightening flash...
The water's cold and
the blood is an FX fantasy
but the silhouette on the wall still
dances.
The music won't stop.
Trina Stolec
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