Mountain — Poem 30 on the 30th day of NaPoWriMo

So, it’s the end of the road for NaPoWriMo!  For me, quite a journey.  I do thank all who read and continue to read.  I will keep this Hypotenuse Wolf blog and update from time to time, either with new work, or — with commentary on poetry, or various forms of writing/art/music/film and cultural events.  However, Hypotenuse Wolf will have always poetry as a foundation — one way or another. I’ll be adding a blog roll or links too, at least a few.  So, keep reading.  I am taking a break though first, for a few days at least.  It’s been fun!  And, for me, expanding! 

 

Mountain                                                             Max Wolf Valerio

 

the mountain

a song

elemental

and open

from here

two psalms

a staff and a

long winding

entrance

to tears and

prophecy 

 

the mountain

unseen

above clouds

the apex

a crown

fire from the head

breach of secrecy

an opening

 

mountain

surfaces

collapse and shift in

stages 

night winds

transform

perception

 

the lookout

on the mountain top

scribe of subconscious

forms

rejuvenation

 

by Max Wolf Valerio  (C) April 30, 2012

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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 

poem 9 on day 9 — Osa is 9

Here’s the 9th poem, for the 9th day!  I take inspiration here from Osa, (Oh- sah) the odu in Yoruban divination that is about change, transformation and — travel.  Any way, I’m playing with that here.  Enjoy!

 

 Osa is 9 —                               Max Wolf Valerio

 

Osa is movement, 9 heads of the hydra

brooding just beneath water         puncturing the surface

                                                               of the vast ocean            in bursts

                   wild wire         columns of hurricane winds

                            lifting up into                  the atmosphere       poised

                                                                in rankling  sheets of air

                  Osa transforms                     Nine is nine columns of wind

                                                                Up right and then, tilting

                                                      hurtling toward the creation of

                                                      ten      

 

                                                      ten holds two places

                                           one is full            and another signifies

            emptiness       or completion        the awesome possibility of zero      

 

 

an infinite multiplication           of mad ruffling numerals                       stilts on fire              lightning ahead of the calling winds 

 

                                        atomic             and scorching        to white dust

 

                rending of cloth       and high-pitched howls      tornado amplification

 

                O-sah               transformation in a cacophony of voices             speaking

inside cemeteries            the boss lady of the graveyard         listening and calling out anonymous in a crowd           unseen yet felt                from a distance

 

                       nine and nine                nearly tipping over –

                               an avenging angel            sword and flashing             bolts

                                                           open               the future

              

 by Max Wolf Valerio   (c) April 9, 2012