I don’t usually share my poetry here.
It’s very personal, and, to my mind, not very “bloggish.”
But Kel Rohlf, over at Nourishment for the Soul has reminded us April is National Poetry Month, and invited us who write it to share some lines. So I decided to share what I think of as the signature poem of my new Life, begun those many years ago when I wrote it. Because that new life goes on, and so does the passion of its “song”…
A New Song*
I’ve had enough of sepulchers,
Of corridors of cells for bones
That click their way in idiot grins
Down hall to hall,
From cell to cell–
Of subway faces:
Vacant masks that hang and sway
In synchrony with dark machine
That carries them they know not where.
Pour forth the light!
And let the prism of my frame
Fragment the beams in diverge’ rays,
In hues and tints and shades of glory
To pierce the lids of sightless eyes
And spark the fire of life again
Within the walking dead.
*(New in 1980, Still new today)
Kel has posted this poem today on her blog. (Thank you, Kel.)
Also check out Sunday Streets by Jody Lee Collins, which she shares there, and immerse yourself in its lovely atmosphere of “life aloft.”