Monday, April 09, 2007

For National Poetry Month... for the coterie that reads poetry

I had a request for one of my poems, so here it is - thanks. It's a work-in-progress, of course. Plus, another, older one below this one.

A HOMECOMING

They bring them home
in silence, wrapped in crimson stripes,
Death's import

their last flight across the Atlantic –
its choppy waves far below –
they did not sense

the hum of the plane
is a hollow drone
can they see in their new dark?

Their families –
standing at a base of black –
await their arrival home

Three a.m.
tired eyes cry
never got to say goodbye

~


THE WASTING OF NOW

drifting down the river, most buoyant and free
no fear of snakes or harm, but no reason why
carefree attitude is a free-will choice, embracing life
the wasting of now is most productive in its joy and meaningless
affirmation of breath, skin – mildly cold and defensive – eyes, nose, and ears gathering without judgment, only drinking in
the lavish hues and scents: spectrum of greens and browns; mud, earth, bacterial decay, crisp-sky air, my own breath

arms swaying and waving in the cool water, correcting path
feet pointed downstream, guide for eyes, sight on each gentle apex
a light rain begins and I weep thinking of this return, the cycle of
water

my tears mixing with rain and river

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