4 spring poems

Ache Awakening

In a moment where the yard explodes
in air about infested with sky blue expanse
in twigs straining to bud
near left over winter mud
and cars rip by in dense exhaust
…mirrored exhalation of our chants.

April’s murder on the way
…there is a cost
for such sudden exuberance
of days which grow quite warm.

I am an elf on this Spring day!
I am a tiny passionate dance
holding to my music
like a charm…!

Poetry

For a few days now it’ll rain and ice
this wild yard,
these streets away
down toward a circular park. The bard
becomes a soul like icy rain
when someone like you is gone

…the heart in a vice!
…the brain at bay!
Until like laughter you come home
…like a muse…like a song
when I’m all alone.

Fear of God and the Devil

I have a hard time sleeping late at night
try to calm the heat
with the cold glow of stellar space
with the spirits above
and their music.

Against the piano concerto on computer radio
…piped through wires from three thousand miles away

…the dove of my brain is likewise dancing on hot wire!
I am now craven and utterly peaceable…a pacifism of nature
not will.

Absolutists are tearing at their guns
burning heretics alive
raising money for holy munitions

if one of them corners me where I can no longer run
I am quite sure that he will make my brain
and mouth and stomach
fluent in loud support.

I do not understand what has become of these people
…nor even…quite…why I ended up this way.

What the Ego Means

In late hours
…the only happy solitude
comes drunk with night
…and the mind wanders
in such a happy ambivalence
in dreams and memories
thick with meaning
in their frozen ice cream cloud.

And those thoughts most poignant
are of abuse and terror
which came and then was buried
…so that we bury them again!

Or in that other moral juncture
where a sad light meets
our own dark acts

and we wish and pray so purely
for the good in others which we misunderstood
in the folly of our youth
or our shallow disappointment.

Friends in purgatory! We, who burn
a sorry candle down to love
so that when the flame is snuffed

we are ready
for our dreams
and our awakening.