| Three poems by Suzanne Dennison The Cosmic Plan Flux of emotions in currents Zip thru the brain, forming patterns Which continuously change Tho we try to trace a meaning Give some reason in this game That justifies involvement In a life which is insane. The brain in such high orbit Needs to know how to land, Get a grip on the actual To see the strange admixture Of the grotesque and the grand. Surrounded by our own species We forget the insignificance Of this planet, or our thoughts, In the cosmic plan. Refresh The Mind Compelled to find the words Clear as any bell ringing To draw your attention to What I can neither forget, or find A love intense enuf to cut thru the barrier Of time and ritual Such that we touch, thus Electrified, magnetized A shared need met If but for a moment Nurtures the nest. Where thoughts are kept safe From the winds of loss and regret Reality blows in the face To refresh the mind with facts Carved Stones Caught in the middle of traditional Battle between seasons, fascinating, Knowing warm winds ahead We sharing a bed Divorced from habit and ritual As we reach for the actual Moments when a promise is kept. Souls feeding flesh Telling the story Long buried in the head As love takes on form, substance After eons on a single bed. Fantasy forming the dreams-- Tho twice flashed actual, Primarily the thought alone Fills the vacuum, carves the stone With images of 2 become 1 Caught at the crack of dawn In an ecstasy long thought gone, Lost in the thicket of stars. Three poems by Francis Duvall ROOM SHADOWS The leaves are turning on my wall. Their random shadows sway in mercy wind they still as shapes unfamiliar. A blue smear bends into air. Surrounding the room in corners and hinges, silhouettes of this moment. Of everything until now. ONA AT THE EVENING MIRROR Eighty-one now, hands clasped together silently in age. Time has swept down the spiral funnel of youth. When once the face turned from all seen in fond rememberance of moments then. Evening lingers, again the drifting end to close day covers over her in soft dusk, as sleep, as confessions unsaid, or heard in the heart. HEARTFELT SONNET For not mercy to lift me, to hold time until it dissolves. The tender to allude, for the world to absolve. Violin drowns in memory fondness, sad dream music I could not touch. I once held to always hold everything that is beyond the moment of forgiving. For in my own heart I could not endure, the denouncing beat of love that without me goes on. In that I am more than I could ever be. |
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