Poetry
from Salas
Visitations
at the Headstone of
Grief
Beauty hangs
as threadbare sweetness
to exalt itself
where wisdom
collects in aphorisms
of death's uncertainty.
Grief is dashed, put to
the side.
For moments stilled
I'm silent.
Energy abounds where faint
rustle
of leaves turn Autumn to
grey,
yet no sad witness here
to view somber finality.
My eyelids bare no tears
to hang heavy as black
widows
webbed in sorrow. Silken
scarves
to drape the long neck
of darkness.
Each color exudes in rivulets
where giant sun gods
dance indolence,
snubbed beneath willows
where primrose are awakened
by morning's breath.
Hushed in damp dew, yet
chilled in afterthoughts
as I remember,
headstones never grieve.
Eulogy
of a Tiger Lily
Freckled with sepia lined
into wisps of windswept
contours, her form
dances underneath
the delicate stamen
of life's eulogy.
Fortress, wet with morning's
sigh, caught in dew drops
under anthuriums
greenhouse.
Tiger Lily has no fear
of basophile.
She is firmly erect
under tresses of gold
within her carpe diem,
where she refuses to think
of tomorrow's beginning.
Angelus
in the Half Moon
Half moon above me,
blooms to illuminate
her pearled gown.
No fullness
for both of us tonight.
Day is long,
we are weary.
Trees search for slivers
of light,
as dew upon the tranquil
garden night.
Death, in his grayness
chases as fog to spread
over summer roses,
who pale in pink
shades of mourning.
Hour is long. Hands of the clock
move tirelessly into moments
with seconds that tick into infinity
of remembrance,
as I sit.
Dog outside barks,
as grief atones itself
into rhythms of reality.
My mouth mute.
Deadened as lidocaine news
anesthesized
with no epi pens in sight.
My anaphylactic reaction
is jerked, sporadic and full
of spasms half written
in solemn Angelus.
About
the Author
Works
have appeared in Locust Magazine,
Skyline Publications, Kudzu
Monthly, Adagio Verse Quarterly,
Scorched Earth, 2Avant Quarterly,
DaNaHo Muse and Underground
Window.
