for the wind, to the widowless
and feigned optimism in three parts
風のために、未亡人へ
(for the Wind, to the Widowless)
*
Death even teases
with its sickle made of sand
autumn’s tickled soul.
A long sigh, unmoved
red with iron, a river
screaming at the void.
-November 5th, 2024
*
Warming my bones and forgetting time, on a hill in the park; dried excrements smudged like sage into the arm of a beloved duster; yesterday’s song, a solemn one, not for the spirit…; dreams of the East rising from weathered pages, imagined pools of linked verse, haiku, pillowing yesterday’s ornery thoughts;…but for the soul, whose feather-like poetry recalls summer’s unkempt sorrows, peace.
-November 4th, 2024
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Certain dates gleam in the vast pool of time; most of them evanesce into ambiguity.
-November 3rd, 2023: the progeny of my own undoing.
Feigned Optimism
I.
quiet rejections from a
center that cannot h o l d.
today and all of yesterday’s 'morrows
is as good as its gonna get.
tempered winds sung by broken bells,
a bittersweet symphony
one lest not forget.
*
beware the crow who sits in silence
plodding time with broken wings.
the widowed knight who weeps
is the widower without a king.
II.
abiding by laws in a lawless land
the man dressed as myth
the myth dressed as man
holy mountain, fountain of flame
to bear the cross and know not its name.
III.
theatre as spirit
soliloquizing the soul
embodying the mirror.