gravedigger stooped in graveyard
tearing apart my dream
throat stretched not to yell but holler the blues
within dense comfort of the blues
fear crawled away from skull borne graveyard
memory contorted as a dream
barren stone studded dream
verse of longing in the blues
as i dig my knees in dirt at the graveyard
solace in the graveyard ? no but found a dream and blues
inspired by Ida Cox and Graveyard Dream Blues (1923) for @dVersePoets http://dversepoets.com/2012/08/30/form-for-all-on-tritinas/
dusk as intervention
to that crawlspace known as night,
leaning on the fence
cigarette stub extinguished
dropped over onto sidewalk,
link impressions reddened arm,
as i moved away,
light essential began to click on
the first a house a block away,
opposite the empty one
looked bleak and could not
be forgiven,
grass damp curled over,
now on porch sock imprints
their trace vague would evaporate,
i nearly lit up again
it was an unforgiving chain,
i was the operator
of my own half life,
as night swallowed up that rose
growing in the corner,
her rose she planted
as a recipe for splendor,
splendor that never came,
small card table surface
where i rested my pad,
maybe pour a glass
as a moth juddered by,
pencil tapped and i would
write.
Working Still
Leeuwenhoek lens
could not identify particles
in the ladle,
from a fallen heart,
brutal moments
drawing out tissue
analyzing sections
beneath blade and syringe,
a tempered hand worked
isolating precise sections
of the nausea that riddled
mankind,
thick dark bile
leaking treachery
without the fleck of love,
that often appears,
embattled huddled with others,
discussions occurred
resolve mans heart
from it’s failings,
before that
which is revealed
absorbs mortal flesh
and it’s insistent coil
My composition for Stanza
MUSA recently took part in StAnza poetry festival. Below is one of the five fantastic poems which won our competition and are now on display in MUSA.
Caich Balls
walls resonate with
thunder,
cries and cheers
fade fast,
in silent grey
torn and exposed
By Chris Lawrence
