bright eye of sun
come judge us anew
the seas churn buttery light
edged in abyssal night
we rise and fall
upturn our ship
and look to you
askance
Tag: Poetry
Sleep
my breathing grows deep and even
the night massages my eyes into sleep
deep onto the tails of dragons
whales of the deep
meet me on the bridge
in sunset we’ll meet
help me into bed
when all is asleep
Either Lift or Be Nothing
black as velvet
soft crisped edges
eggplant purple
firm and curved
the bruises on the back of a child’s hands
as they pull up the shoulders of their mothers
their fathers
do not let it be said they saw we too pulled them down
Cat
i watch my cat knead the faux fur pillow
her black glows brown in the sunlight
i have no time for my yard
let the weeds grow
i have no time for my neighbor
let the distance grow
but i have time to sit and watch my cat
the way her fur ripples with each breath
I, America
in the hellfires of freedom
reforge your golden crown
else it all else it all fall down
i, America
shake
off the heroes become weapons
resist the hero’s complaint
turn to the song of the common people
a song of death
a song of misery
sung with grace and enmity
stung with peace and tragedy
i, America
raise the colors of my country
front and center
listen
listen
listen
the heroes have all gone
it’s just us now
it’s just us now
speak up now
On Still Mountains
echoes of a King
rustle like wind through the crowd
none are moved
none are moved now
on still mountains
we are the sole voice
low on air
we have one chant to sustain us
but all we can say
all we can think
i can’t breathe
i can’t breathe
echoes of a King
rustle like wind through the crowd
none are moved
none are moved now
Still, We Count; Still, We Pray
ire of the ages
passed hand over hand
unheeded prophetess
gains strength in our land
wails turn roars
prophecies become certainties
the taint of one man
betrays the stain of millions
the death of one man
the deaths of two men
the deaths of three men
hang us all
Ahmaud, Breonna, and George
the names remain unbroken
lifted by fire in the street
lifted by men’s fists
and the chants of thousands
they are living
in the rhythm of the disturbed rest
in the murmur of souls stirring
that have never stirred before
wake up and roar
roar as you’ve never roared before
Shadow
pray for me, sister
the shadow has fallen
and no sweet smile can untuck his hand
from mine
will i walk with shadow all the time
pray for me, sister!
his feet are lockstep with mine
the devourer’s fill cannot come this time
i am too weak for the climb
must i walk with shadow all the time
pray for me, sister!
our swords are crossing
my steps are slowing
just one good thrust and I’m through
must i fight this shade all the time
yes, yes, yes
i will
Why I don’t talk much at parties No.2
i once avoided shows and desserts and movies simply because they were popular. It happened again tonight. i ordered a cake because the layers had been brushed with chocolate milk. Yeah. Big failure at home it was. I’ve always wanted something else to be created- so when there’s something new i think- support that. When i was a teen, i wanted a discerning tongue and eye and nose. so i watched out there shows- some of which i loved like Harold and Maude. But then i watched an episode of Friends and laughed. and thought what’s this? the masses may have it right. just they’re missing all these great shows being right with their shows. I’m a complete idiot ignoring something just because it’s popular and you’re a complete idiot for ignoring something just because it is not popular with the masses. There’s a whole world outside the masses and a whole one worth living inside the masses too. all of us- idiots. try a piece here or there and then come over to British comedy, dramas, just all things British. on a British kick at the moment. speaking of British, I’m in need of a loo. Anyone care to point me? Ah, yes. I see.
AbyKittiwake 