Daily Archives: August 21, 2014

BY THE GALLOWS

I built an edifice
of glory
by the fountain
near the river
I sweat the tears
and the labor
I made my home
by the gallows

E la mia vita, come
i momenti …
appendere dall’illusione

[And my life, like the
moments…
hang by illusion]

:: 08-21-2014 ::


MOURNING DOVE WING WHISTLE

THERE!  Love in a white-feather soul
And I saw you in my dream a mourning ago
I fill my feeder with sugar liquor
And last week you flew to the beak
The surprise of a golden heart
when doves take flight they give
a silver-pitched whistle…

My mourning dove wing whistle!

:: 08-21-2014 ::


MARY MADE MODERN PROMETHEUS

There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption

You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented

by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart

And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!

And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!

A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day

A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!

:: 08-21-2014 ::