Saturday, January 28, 2012
Estrangement 2 (Acknowledgement, Desire)
Estrangement
January
wind, a feral motion
twisting in and
out between the days;
the days, suddenly
strange to themselves,
estrange themselves.
They turn
inward,
long fingers curling,
pale, digging into
their collars
and scarves,
to seek a warmth
not there.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Miserere
Oh God,
these pathless thoughts
and fruitless dreams encompass me;
be Thou the hope I cannot see.
Oh God,
my twisting lips
and hateful tongue destroy;
somehow, be Thou the word of joy.
Oh God,
my graceless steps
have murdered and entangled all my ways;
be Thou to Thine own Self the voice of praise.
My God, my God,
my soul stripped bare,
I lie unveiled to Thee.
My hope, my joy, my praise,
my prayer: be merciful to me.
Dry Oak Tree
dry oak tree
unlaminated
glistening
curls
a doorway of hesitant circles
low moan followed
clutching spasm
after slowly instantaneous
shattering of limb
her lying still
her turned words
and the darkness
like a sound of horses
growing rising bursting forth
descending out
from limbs and trunk and wind
a rush of wings
threshing of breath
harvest of caught eyes
outcry of blindness
fingers skittering across the stones
braided so deep into
the twist of height
becoming nothing
an arrow
splintering outward
from her break of bended bow
my bleeding temple
streaked across her spattered leaves
stirring against concrete
a new autumnal sound
as I go on
uplifting my destroyed wrist
and clear eyes