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Friday, September 4, 2009

Mountain

This poem was originally published at Everydaypoets.com on July 27th, 2009.

Mountain

Switzerland, mountains:
the beating of hoofs,
the charge of kings,
Hannibal and his men
their souls aflame with Aries’ fire; whilst
a Citroen carries my bored imagination through this –

a lone priest walks in silence. He carries through steep terrain, as penitence for man’s sins, a weighty burden, the word of God

– landscape of terrible immediacy and wonderful beauty –

a man alone, with scarce the knowledge of what lies beyond, faces sheer cliffs of stone with naught but his hands and their creations; what gall it took, what gall it takes, the first time?

– now appropriated by tourists.

An idyllic village with thatched roofs and stone chimneys surrounds a clockfaced steeple church. The smells and sounds of home, family, friends and food waft to the nearby hills where a traveler lies, his legs buried by rocks, but his mind free to rejoice in the continuance of all he has and ever will know.

Poetry From Unfettered Verse

These poems of mine were originally published in the June 2009 edition of Unfettered Verse.

Everything I Know is Passing Me By

Everything I know is passing me by
I want it all to stay still for a while
Days and days lost to my mind
Am I only a memory of better times?
I want some sort of history
To take the weight of my Self from me

Everything I know is passing me by
Am I even aware this is my only life?
As an insect’s fractural view
I know not on what to focus anew
Every facet is just the same
Pointing to the center of the hollow stage

Everything I know is passing me by
While I sit grasping at ephemeral time
But it flits away before I know
Who I am or where to go
Without any comparison to make
No decision is worth being awake

Hiding

I heard of your Father who sees in secret,
While I lay hiding in a basement

Who sees the beatings in hidden chambers?
Who sees the frantics of a lustful manger?
Who sees the lies spoken from honest eyes?

I saw everyday what it truly means
To keep a secret and hide truth away

Who sees the forcing of naked skin breaking?
Who sees the malice tightened round necks failing?
Who sees the glory promised delivered poorly?

I spoke not, for fear, that I should be found,
The hidden secret’s silent shroud

Hope

And, for a time, there was hope
How like to angry Micheal with sword aflame
Did we rage when it was lost.
We gave him more, a burden,
And found he was a man.