POETRY by Edward Crosby Wells HIS DAY IN THE SUN you see and not ask how the eye may see and can ask not why stripped of shining rays of action in the darkness of a cloistered cloth both mysterious & obscure crying from the pew of souls mourning forgotten hopes from dim light praying for anointing chrisms to be not a sin or be the one weeping in the death & acceptance of a blinding faith binding them to a tradition of custom where reason is never asked & faith is far more virtuous than a knowledge of all the truths & the wisdom of the souls who die without god SONG OF HIMSELF He remembered being alive The walks to nowhere where The sun caught his ruddy cheeks And arms tasting of sunlight and salt Mixed with licks of puppy's breath The gentle breeze from the orchard By the edge of the path Perfumed with fallen pears And apples where they lazily lay He remembered being alive Till the Dark Angel cast its Long and chilling shadow Across the Autumnal path Where once he walked to nowhere Before he forgot ever standing By the edge of the orchard Where he never ate the fruit And the pears and apples lay and rot ECW, 10/19/2008 THE RHYTHM OF YOUR BURNING HEART The rhythm of your burning heart Lay next to me when I awaken From my journeys upon the airy sea And I watch and I listen as your breath Like sweet bellows of heavenly breezes Blowing through my waking hours Reminding me of your love by day And our vows of mortal care I am split between two worlds One the love of things to come The other my love for you My here and my now AND THE ROAD GOES ROUND and the road goes round while stumbling through life on half remembered visions of being here before by choice or by chance deja vu wandering into the searching eyes of strangers never known before or perhaps the only reason you don't recognize them is because you have forgotten deja vu and the road goes round A SECOND PASSING the sweetest of life sits remembering as metaphor a second passing on a park bench as youth flies against a father�s loving push while she sits in the swing where the sky winds through chains holding high the princess in her pale green sweater Easter week in the chill of the park buds on the horse chestnut trees watch as he walks away with her future in his arms and the smiling princess peeps out from under a pale green bonnet and all the young women push blue white trimmed carriages lined with pink or blue they move quickly past old men on gray benches staccato shouts pepper the air in a single cryptic voice rising toward the heavens to the rhythm of a distant siren in the crack of a baseball in the snap of a supple wrist off the throat of a black taped bat it passes and it passes in the uncertainty of steel wheels humming on wobbling feet pigeons squabble over spilled jelly beans there is a bite to the breeze lifting last year�s leaves brittle and crisp as a dead man�s future into the pastels of Easter week across the greening park where the premature budding perhaps showing their heads too soon showing their intent too soon have risen above last year�s hollow horse chestnut shells a cruel awakening it is lighter and vaguely brighter for this time of year for this time of day the clocks will spring ahead soon the men on gray benches cannot help but feel that summer came and flew on the frayed wings of butterflies as all and more was felt that Easter week in a second passing EMAIL BLUES There are so many things in my box How many I do not know I can only tell you it�s lots Such as how to make my penis grow There are urgent responses required There are prizes to claim And hot girls to meet Or get a Ph.D. in under a week There are surveys to take and pills to make Bigger and better erections There are Christian loans and sensuous creams That come with explicit directions Ephedra is finally back Hoodia will get rid of fat Oprah says it�s a fact So who would argue that I could be a genuine genius Or maybe I should be more studious There�s a pre-approved credit card notice Though my credit is somewhat dubious There are stock opportunities galore Low rates on the house next door Get ordained and start a flock Go to Ebay to get rid of my schlock Get paid big bucks doing nothing it seems Get free downloads of amorous scenes Work from home in my p-jays Taking naps between surveys Barrister Bhrama Orama wants to greet me Christian singles are waiting to meet me To refuse all these takes gumption Especially those pills for erectile dysfunction ECW, 5/26/2006 |