the mountain and the blue bird.

on observing a bluebird on the ground.

 

 

 

   Your hunt thru fallen leaves is the rarest cinema/

   a bluebird entablature and cornice,

   the patterned uncut loops of scripture

   that only viceroys read from.

   Intermodal,

   Omniscient frieze.

   Kings , on mountain tops,

   painting landscapes

   and you

   on  the lime of moist plaster.

   What fresco bleeds as blue

   or brown as you?

   enserf bug or fly as you?

 

   What manner of bird calls amicable,

   freqentative boo indiction/

   introrse to my mental state?

   (I know, sometimes my lines

   wont intersect)

   I doubt if mountains care or

   think of you.

   Paul, writing the epistles,

   himself put no spin

   or spirited flush on you.

 

   Toroid galaxies complaisantly away,

   beyond this tired earth,

   where intruding little children

   sing and play;

   mingle with your

   sweet tunes

   but hardly notice you.

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

this is a piece fused from a fully evolved biblical and mystical lexicon. i appreciate, too, the work within the grammar, punctuation, and usage. there are dozens of layers to both pieces i've read of yours, thus far. those of searching for greater, still, mired by our own misgivings into an inability to aptly comprehend. this is a theme i've noticed within your speaker thus far, and one i agree with as the proper ambition of poetic deployment. please continue to post the magical mimicry of your constructions to this site. i take great pleasure in reading your work.

[joshua deathdealer]

Wow. This poem is epic. Well done.

[Emily B]

bluebirds and mountains, it seemed brand new as i read it again just now

[Emily B]

all I could think was all the places words like these should be published. when i get to work, I'll send you a couple of links