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


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




                           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



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


and what can be heard



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