two's

we all have to return home from however far we love.

 

 

 

There's something to be said about journeys,

when at the end the soul preserves, as sacred,

 

each step of laughter and grace. I always

envision the final blessed state marked by

 

the absence of suffering. A fetish charm,

amulet of juju lettering, when we began,

 

writing love words with kendo swords for the air

then ending by making Katakana circles to the

 

singing seeds of maple. Where each kernel is

borrowed from the lessons of loss; the way

 

you pull your scarf off and point your scent

towards paschal and dew. How else to count

 

an abundant life but by this ornamental edging,

this portmanteau of sparrow and wand?

 

 

Sometimes you just know how s**t is gonna end

in a dark meadow of mushrooms, interstice with

 

new poems, but horribly alone. And yet there's

this place your blue bangs remind me of

 

under which small moles are kept as blemish,

as tuft, sweet zen, that when burst awaken

 

their tender brood and saxifrage like that machine

of saturn springtime that prints out labrum and leaf

 

that tug at the two known fanfares of shadows:

the wink from across the river

 

or the stitching on your hue

at appointed intervals.

Reviews

[Eve]

A hue for every mood and every single one of them think you are a phenomenal writer whose song is so under sung. There are no guarantee's in life, whether it's a mushroom bloomed from a patch of manure or basking in the snow white fields of duty, honor, resistance, futility, who knows? The living comes from finding out :) I'd point my shawl and dew at you any ol' day, you are freaking brilliant. :)

[Marri]

fresh, beautiful and thought-provoking. I enjoy very much how your words aim at the meaning and hit it right in the centre, what we mean is not an easy target to hit, I think you did it brilliantly here

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wish the final blessed state would be without suffering...but i guess that is all part of the journey...if only the laughter and smiles could outweigh the bad...

such wording you use...and the last two lines...you have these impactful endings...

you finish each piece with a bang.

the "two known fanfares of shadows--" happiness or sadness waiting emerge--which one will....

[spiritwind]

I have not read anything by you before--have I ever been missing out on a growth experience. For one thing, I am going to favorite this so I will come back and read this time and time again and maybe google some references that are obscure to me. For another thing, I am going to try friending you so I won't lose track of you and your upcoming work as well as your stash of old work. For another thing, I am excited by your style and think you have a beautiful voice.

[James William Dyer]

Stanza six stuck out in particular. I liked how you kept an almost oriental theology going, but at times the way you phrased things seemed like antiquated rhythm, though that may have been intentional. Stanza four was a beautiful metaphor. I wish I had more time to comment, I look forward to reading more of your works

[lee von cleef]

Wounded,the dove sent , droplets, crumbs, a bright trail for greedy hunters,now a rivulet to make them run,Oblivious to the new danger, their focus a wounded Dove,
The Slavers net cast broad, owl quiet,descends, ensnares,Wild eyed,animal instincts enraged,Ahh! Slavers Dinner.

[Baby Ricochet]

Beautiful poem Steve. Thank you for posting this.

[KAOlmsted]

Your format lends to the quirkiness of this write; the scattered thoughts come together seamlessly in the end. I enjoyed this quite a lot. Thanks for sharing it with us.

-kimmer

[eglantine]

wonderful, nice title with the couplets

[Steven]

I'm REALLY enjoying these.

[Circe]

cannot breathe after reading this.... the journey's in the pure experience... feeling after feeling this filled and toppled me like waves... astoundingly beautiful. I feel I'm being properly schooled in life, as you do after reading your words. thank you for the sweet rawness with a tinge of mint and sage.