Tag Archives: Poetry

August 16, 2013

Calling on You

By viewingcamelot

I stare beyond civility with closed eyes
Because the dancing flickers of light wound them
I chase you free through sticky grass fields
The air is clean and does not yet burn my chest
We run to where the storm loomed
I see you kneel;

 

This is the moment I learned your secret.
And I return after you have gone to
Wander through the smell of rain on hyacinth
Slowly, now my lungs are wrong and the air’s so thick,
But I find your abandoned crevice of hidden treasures
And now I kneel.

 

The sun is gone adventuring when I get home
My sweater is shrunk and stuck to my skin
I’m in bed three days with fever and sweat and dreams
Sitting on my chest and taunting me,
But I have been out to see you again
At the place I know you will always be.

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August 16, 2013

God of Wonderment

By viewingcamelot

Oh God of the smiling moon
Who watches me these many nights,
While swimming in my mother’s womb,
And blind in my first cries
You cradled me with tune
And steadied me upright.

Oh God of the dancing stars
Who stands guard over my bed,
Who sought me from afar
And resurrected all my dead
Who gently dressed my scars
and kissed my fevered head.

Oh God of the cloudless deep,
Who framed the soul of man
In flesh of day and bone of sleep
Who weaves our purposes to plan
All that is inside Your keep,
And all I am with all I can

Lifting muddy hands
Cry out Hallelujah
Holy, Holy, Holy!

Hallelujah
Holy, Holy, Holy!

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August 16, 2013

Liberated

By viewingcamelot

My brother slashed his canvases

His scenes of earth in motion

Were layers thick in paint

Every coating represented commotion

So in the tumult of self-condemnation

He succumbed to but one emotion.

 

I dump my words upon my words

Hoping a new layer somehow conceals

The best in me, the worst in me,

The passion I’m ashamed I still feel;

Instead of smothering my inadequacies

Each word finds a new piece of me to reveal.

 

Letting your best go off to greet the day

Requires the skill to forgive

Perhaps there comes a decisive moment

When you have given all you have to give

And you must decide to slash your darlings

Or let them leave to let them live.

 

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August 16, 2013

Heirlooms

By viewingcamelot

My waffle iron is an old man

who groans as he bestows

dried parcels and dark stories

from breakfasts long ago.

 

My waffle iron is an old man,

whose joints creak and shake

and every lifting of his head

is another threat of break.

 

My waffle iron is an old man

though my children leap with vim

and run and dance along their way;

He can’t keep up with them.

 

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August 16, 2013

Predicting the Inevitable

By viewingcamelot

I should always

occasionally

write a poem on death

 

While mirth still dances in

my gut

and laughter kisses me

 

I should form a stanza or two

Of death riding in on

A pale horse to reap

 

So when the fellow offers me a ride

those waiting on foot

can read the crumbs left behind,

 

 

and say ‘she knew it all the time.’

 

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August 16, 2013

Windbent Wonder

By viewingcamelot

Black branches stretch your limbs

Before the sore and swell of time

Ages you against the wind,

Against the bend that shapes these crimes.

 

Blackest limbs, embrace the sky

Before growing in the crevice

Of fiercest pressures to bow or die

And forget the flowing heavens

 

Somewhere above your crooked frame

Take one last look at flaming stars,

Before the wind has made you tame,

And you’ve forgotten who you are.

 

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August 16, 2013

Mortal Enemies

By viewingcamelot

Sorrow used to come at me
With a sharp drawn in its hand
And stab and swing and sever
And I was naught to understand.

Then it knocked upon my door,
But I scarce would let it in
Until it crept off in the dark
It’s blade to whet again.

Now we meet as strangers,
Who recognize the other’s face
But can’t remember if in a dream,
Or in this wicked place

We once fought as enemies
Dealing mortal blows;
Sorrow’s, to teach me misery,
And mine, to cease to know.

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August 16, 2013

Function is Beauty

By viewingcamelot

Does the magnificent butterfly
Shedding her chrysalis
Shed also tears -to cry
Or reminisce
Of caterpillar feet,
Big lazy days,
Big leaves to eat,
Simpler, unsightlier ways?
Or does the pain
Of breaking free
Erase the stain
Of all that used to be?

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August 16, 2013

The Speck in Your Eye

By viewingcamelot

Your self steps in your way,

unseen to you, you trip again.

You’ll pull yourself up,

brush off your sin

and continue on your stray.

 

You hold dear

all the right ideals,

but sideways,

with all the wrong ideas

fixed askew.

 

You crave worship,

so you can tithe a tenth

to the Most Holy,

like spiritual rent

or dues.

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August 16, 2013

The Abject of My Affections

By viewingcamelot

I can’t explain the cloud.

It doesn’t bring me down,

But it threatens a little rain

And I’m over-sensitive to pain

So when I feel the sky turning gray

I swim upstream all day

Afraid to see what’s downstream,

Another tumbling waterfall, the gleam

Of another cruel hook,

So I bite by the bullet by the book

And close my eyes, and repeat

It’s all just a dream, there’s no defeat

If I just keep standing.

No running, leaping, landing

On my feet is needed;

 

If I stand still I have succeeded.

 

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