The Circle

Another poem plucked from my pile of poems written in this month of NaPoWriMo.

The Circle

 

The stones were not in place when I saw them

sleeping and full near the side of the road

 

heaven was abstract then and a dream away

we played with symbols and fetish objects for hope

 

only on the beach apertures began to open, flooding our senses

musical shells and iron tools were scattered on the sand

 

sleep came as night began to seep into the windows

the moon was radiant

 

I could hear the howling as soon as I got into my car

I could feel the dirt road under the wheels churning bones and the teeth of wild cats

 

we got out and began to search for the hunters

deer and bobcat, svelte badgers were circling at a wide distance

 

sight became extended , up to the stars following the long line of lights along poles

barriers become transparent, as we name the animals and call to each one

Max Wolf Valerio © April 20, 2013

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Clear Mind Starlight City — Poem 25 on Day 25 is here

This one took a minute but it is here!  Poem 25 on Day 25! 

 

Clear Mind  Starlight City                 Max Wolf Valerio

 

stars lash the sky as wind

slips

buildings

 

                           and —

it’s time to step out

from the distance

to what is close

 

to examine

what is clearly visible  —

 

even the starlight

filters through

fog to

rooftops

 

just as this leaning city is visible

from those tarry rooftops —

once the lights are on

all night

and there’s a roaring

 

what is visible can be

hypnotic

and what can be heard

overcomes

 

the strongest fears

and the slightest hesitancy

 

undone, all undone  —  in bright spangling   

                           clarity     —  

the will

of starlight                to bring still

thoughts                       to

attention  —

 

By Max Wolf Valerio    (c) April 25, 2012