Sevenling: At The Intellect's Wake

 Sevenling: At The Intellect's Wake

At the Intellect's wake--what will you have, scotch mist

watered wine or hot spleen juice for tea? We serve it in numb;

no china pots, crystal cups in an ape's auditorium.

Are there teeth anywhere? Please open wide--

they'll be gently extracted; the buffet is cold mush

lukewarm spoonfuls of treacle, with thin cabbage soup.

Where are the mourners? Out in the rain in a graveyard of swallows.

~September 2012

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Sunday Mini-Challenge: The Sevenling

This form was first used by Russian Poet Anna Akhmatova. See the link for details.

Photo copryright and courtesy of Margaret Bednar. Used with permission. Thank you , Margaret.

Tree Dance

Tree Dance

For eleven months I wrote to you

every day. Finally I learned to read

invisible ink, empty envelopes;

still I write. Words chase the pen

but never catch it quite, traveling

where we will know love

when pigs fly, when trees dance.

The pen scratches, the words glow

the page fills and runs

with a leaping color, pushing

some obstruction

fouled hard against the wellspring

loose, sprung

to make its way 

down the dark drain alone.

Out by the puncture-vine that mends the fence

as I mouth to the air the word forgive

I see two trees kiss,

their greentip lips grown close enough

at last to meet.

A litter of pines prudent parted at planting

having gathered seven summers, turn

weave and mesh, waltzing their small wildness

handfast, while in the sky

there seems

to be 

         a pig.

~August~September 2012

 Posted for   Poetics   at dVerse Poets Pub

 Karin Gustafson hosts tonight, and asks us to write a poem of the unexpected

Photos © joyannjones

 

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Sustenance

love, faith, trust;

the giving of it is

not the getting of it.

Hate, anger, comfort

forgiveness;

the giving of it is

the getting of it.

Sometimes

pearls are worn by

swine, death is not forever,

the way black holes are

only a change in breaths,

the way

love is forever

only  lovers change.

~September 2012

55 metaphysical shades of black for   

the g-man

Image: Black Holes on a Strict Diet, by NASA Goddard Photo and Video, on flick'r