Posts Tagged ‘face’

 

down to the earth in sails

  
sheets pulled tight

toes to the rail, leaning

into doubts with

a steady gaze

like cousin moon

tugging at your dress

a cloven slope

like dry grass hills

hips stirred by tides

making rocks gather

shoulder close

sheltered in your

shadow down and

sweet like summer

rain on your sail

face
 
 

neil reid © january 2012

 

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writing blind

w r i t i n g   b l i n d

what if we cautioned you this poem might leap off the page?
would you add extra milk and eggs to your grocery list?

    what if we left this middle intentionally blank?
     
    will you grant this grace?
    will you understand?
    will you sympathize, conspire with us?
    just go along for the ride?
    forget what you were doing here anyway?
     
    perhaps this really is your poem after all
    and you’re just a flinch away from everything
    coming back beyond slight of hand.
     
    soon you’ll be asking for your favorite pen,
    asking for your old writing hat.
     
    close your eyes.  go ahead, begin to write.
     
    this ink might become invisible any moment now!

what if it rained and your umbrella was out of town?
would you remember you came from the sea?

close your eyes.   taste summer salt.

close your eyes.   write my face.

neil reid © july 2011

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Circling Mount Kailash, i.

Circling Mount Kailash

     i.

I have always imagined myself a childless man.
A man without any enduring consequence beyond myself.

Just myself. Just one man. My best, my worst.
My singular joys. My singular sorrows.

What matter if one day, no dawn?
Surely my cares would wash away.

Honestly, I always imagined myself alone.
If another, more like a cereal box illustration than real.

And if painting the room is unfinished, what difference?
No wife, not even a cat, so who’s to care, including me.

Might not wear that like a flag, nor any pride.
Yet scratch aside the sand and there’s one mask.

So am I honed of that mask or bare, one face?
And poems aren’t writ for art, but for sake of

a genuine life, a better heart. First step.

You’ll know when it reaches you.

neil reid © september 2010

Circling Mount Kailash. Just a distant second-hand participant. This high climb even to approach. The reality of that would likely be the end of me. However, listening here, my life is yet real enough, this part I’ll keep for now. More of where and why I’ll leave for another time, another page, and now mostly the words of a poem will begin. Only slight to say that looking near the face of god, truth becomes inevitable. One circle begins.

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