Are Those Real?
I was once asked: Is that a real poem or just something you made up?
These are the non-narrative poems. The poems on this site are divided according to whether they are narrative sketches about the character Rhosonny or just something I made up.
What then did you project
upon Persephone when you
saw her simply dressed in
flowing cloth that made her
seem more naked
Or was it Eurydice after all
Whom I saw descend into darkness
Wrapped in layers of bright light
And not Persephone as I had thought
A native of the Balkans, Himalayas,
and Southwest China, with vast forests
even now in Kyrgyzstan, the Ancient
Greeks took the Persian walnut from Iran
This cartel of cats, this “Cat 7,”
this parliament of robber barons,
gathering in an uneasy peace,
Ourania sends me ….
in a ship brimming with … gifts,
Seated by this shallow river
at what was its deep and mid point
Believing love comes only toward perfect beings,
I, knowing myself imperfect,
thought all who loved me fools
Or else myself a thief.
Sharp night on a body
my moon in the sheer night
the body in a clear moon
with brown buildings in white light
I am the key, the key button, action bracket,
Jack and let-off rail; sostenuto rod, ivory,
Back-check, hammer-rest and repetition lever
Morning, multiplex loam blooming
in round billows awash through mind;
Phæton tiding in cool dawn; as his wave
broadens its surge, its deep