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"Who wants to understand the poem must go to the Land of Poetry"
...... Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
To StarsWith age, I've learned to watch my feet.
I've become cautious of falls,
the honest frailty of bones
and equally fragile, the choices
found at every crossroad.
Time makes us bend.
We learn the habit
of looking down.I was blessedly no where
just some where between
"here" and "there"
a truck stop off I-40
falling off the edge of the world
into a nameless desert town,disappearing
into a sweet black halcyon midnight
After a summer rainwet, shining asphalt
the smell of diesel, and chaparral(below, some where betweenmy feet and eternity)reflected, you made your puddled,gracious descent:
luminous Orion,and faithful Sirius,the dog star.Antares, the scorpion's tail,the Pleiades,
dancing in Indra's shining jewel net.
And the Big Dipper
offering,
offering forever
(2003)
I Stood Poised Upon the Edge of Town
and Heard the Blue Stars Singing
and Heard the Blue Stars Singing
Weary
ideas rise and fall
into
blessed exhaustion,
the mind retreats
the mind retreats
I
taste the blood-red honey wine
I
entered a lucid dream,
and found
a lucid life.
Through an open window,
Night reveals a black, far horizon
a landscape layered
with memories made of memories
with memories made of memories
I hear the blue stars singing
"Wait for me,
Wait for me"
I wish
I could tell you
what I
have seen
in the
homelands.
Perhaps,
in that country,
we are
of each other at last......
You take
my hand, we walk together
in
that green and splendid meadow.
I
offer you a glass,
you
raise your cup to mine.
Lips
touch
a
butterfly rises between us,
flies
into the morning
from
the other side
of
forever.
Through
an open window,
I hear
the blue stars singing.......
While I
write this in a small, dark room
a cluttered here, a mute now
wishing
I could be young again,
wishing
I could feel
something
other than foolish.
I will
always remember you
between,
always between
regret
and joy
hello
and goodbye
delight
and sorrow
truth
and lies
that
bright
endarkened
landscape
I saw
you in.
(2002)
1 comment:
These poems are stunning, Lauren. They really evoke a sense of place,of timelessness,a spiritually nomadic journey.
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