Hindsight

     

       The Spear Of Destiny

     pierced my heart

from behind

as I rode into the

                     ghost-like night

owl feathers echoing

                     tear in eye

Reviews

[Eilis]

Jacob’s comment about the owl feather just gave me an epiphany. Sometimes people say things and I realize how little I know.

I love the way you do short poems. The first poem of yours I ever reviewed was very short, but it offered a grand sense of time and place. That’s a challenge with shorter poems that not everyone can live up to. But, you do. How many words does it take to evoke a feeling. Maybe sometimes one is enough. Here there are twenty-two and each one feels like a horse charging toward something completely out of the speaker’s control. The story of life itself in some respects.

But it sort of made me think of the cancer poem and that sense of inevitability or being followed. I suppose one of our most pressing questions is can we escape our destiny. Is wisdom itself enough to lead the horse to a different path. And do we have the power to see things when seeing them is the most pressing and productive. Rather than being the disciples of hindsight.

I don’t know. This makes me think of a lot of things. The dynamic spirit of it offers a kind of urgency that is difficult to define. But there it is. Coming up behind like some fearless rider to bring all things into a shocking light.

The thing we call poetry rears its head, and we see something like truth. Excellent.

[gram linski]

thanks, Eilis, 23, actually, lol I like the space that you have in sparse poems, you have some yourself, it gives the reader time to wander and meander through the scented rosy prose, lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the "owl feathers echoing"
as if in hindsight we gain so much wisdom we wish we could have flown with in the first place.
j.

[gram linski]

Aye, that pretty much explains the tear in eye, thanks, j. great review