Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

August 29, 2014 at 7:00 pm (Dani Clark, Poetry)

 

Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

my ragged copy opened again

on a whim, but not

it’s a matter of coming

out of Egypt

into my own country

Merton writes this while

he gazes at refracted Kentucky sunlight

on the white wall of his cell

his heart all a pang

and I listen to him

sob for the second time in my life

knowing he knew me

wrote it to me

the guilty bystander

still trekking a path

and not getting very far

the children on a mountain top arrest me

in Exodus

their hearts all a pang

their small gorgeous heads chopped off

I want to run with them

give them milk and honey

and watch them lick their lips

with mortal joy.

 

– Dani Clark

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Lord Byron’s Venice

August 22, 2014 at 5:34 pm (Photopoem) (, )

Venice

In Venice Tasso’s echoes are no more,

And silent rows the songless gondolier;

Her palaces are crumbling to the shore,

And music meets not always now the ear:

Those days are gone–but Beauty still is here;

States fall, arts fade–but Nature doth not die,

Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear,

The pleasant place of all festivity,

The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!

– From Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage by Lord Byron

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It Has Been

August 16, 2014 at 7:18 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

raining inside my head

for over two days…

all my thoughts are drowning…

I sit in my living room

and stare outside the window…

a new building is under construction

dark grey it’s a large skull

with 25 eyes

I keep staring through the rain

through the dull wet morning…

then a man appears in one of the windows…

he too just stares and stares.

 

– Dominic Alapat

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Stranger

August 8, 2014 at 5:00 am (Dani Clark, Poetry)

I loved you at the restaurant

in my line of sight two tables away

 

curly-haired son in your lap

crippled daughter in stroller

 

and you

 

managing to feed them and yourself

the pizza with your hands

 

an orchestra of love and duty

and how they are bound

 

you did not speak much

the need not arising

a smile

now to the girl

now to the boy

loneliness and inevitability

of the years to come

your watermark

 

for me to acknowledge

in graying hair

fair face

and sinewy arms

an idea of height

a wedding band

 

I caught you looking at me

seeing some of the same

 

if Freud was correct

about how love works

 

a small gaze was enough

had to be

though I think

it is never enough

 

the pearls are so small

and so uneven

they go by so fast

 

like life does

I’ll surely say again

when death is near.

 

– Dani Clark

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