protean muse
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Behind Dark Winter Lives
Behind dark winter lives
Stairs go down
More go up
Blocks of ice
Solid like clear rock
Urban jungle trench
Exits & back doors
Felines prowl ahead
But never close
Ghoulish light through an opaque
window-pane
Pale fluorescence illuminates
“there is no God”
on three stories.
The empty lot about to be re-built
restores faith.
There are no stars.
I see no one.
I hear rubber whirring over pavement
Everywhere.
I don’t even see the young man who doesn’t
see me.
Hearing only his own tune.
Walking only
Exactly where he is going.
There was so much hope on this
concrete continent.
New lives.
And here I walk
craving only
the warmth
of something old.
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posted by Andy at
10:53 AM
Sometimes the World is Too Loud
Sometimes the world is too loud.
In these phases of walking around
as somebody,
the wisdom of the tortoise envelops me.
There is plenty of room
to wiggle
and laugh to myself.
And know with complete comfort
that others are here too.
I can fall safely.
I can feel the surrounding atmoshpere.
I can mourn.
I can sleep wide-awake.
And dream inside your shell
While still moving my limbs
securely
within mine.
March 2009, on a layover at DIA.
Labels: andy acker, poetry, tortoise
posted by Andy at
10:42 AM
Nyctophobia
"What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not.
-Wordsworth "Fear of the dark is not fear of the absence of light, but fear of possible or imagined dangers concealed by the darkness." -William Lyons
"...nameless, unreasoning, unjustified, terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."
---- FDR"Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark." -Francis Bacon
"Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to find you." - David Whyte
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10:41 AM