Shutters IV

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The fourth in a series of twelve poems written at a shuttered window. Originally published in the anthology Terra Firma in 2004, and first posted here in 2014.

Shutters IV

Only in their upper extremities
may we find primacy,
blue being dominant and interspersed

with clouds, a map folded to join distant reaches.
But borders share more than edges. Their
shapes denote subtlety, the material

strength of reason and the untouchable,
an unmeasured practice brought to bear, like
depth of passion, or the concept of containment.

Width is merely a symptom of device.

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Apricot Wood (Something from the Past)

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This was one of my first posts, from just over a year ago. Thought I’d give it another whirl – it originally appeared in 1986, in SPSM&H, a publication devoted to sonnets. It’s interesting to look my writing from this period. Some pieces seem to have been written by a stranger, long ago and far, far away. This one somehow seems closer.

Apricot Wood

I built a frame of apricot
wood. This was for you. The clouds float
through it even as I sleep. You wrote
once of wild herbs gathered and brought
to a lovely girl, an offering not
of passion but of some remote
desire to hear a word from the throat
of the Lord Within Clouds. I thought
of this as I chiseled the wood.
Last night it rained. I listened to
it from my bed by the open
window, hoping that the clouds would
not leave. This morning two birds flew
by. It is raining again.

Shutters V

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The fifth of a series of twelve written at a shuttered window. Originally published in the anthology Terra Firma.

Shutters V

Corners coincide with
spheres, as from the corner of one’s
eye, or through the belt’s loop to its end.

And how, when I look through the window
may recognition delay the moment’s
gain? Water descends and the line begins moving,

always moving, for it is in motion that we express
the simplest desire, the closed hand in which light grows
when opened, the narrowest aperture laid bare.

The end, as always, chooses itself.

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Shutters IV

file8791235926365

The fourth in a series of twelve poems written at a shuttered window. Originally published in the anthology Terra Firma.

Shutters IV

Only in their upper extremities
may we find primacy,
blue being dominant and interspersed

with clouds, a map folded to join distant reaches.
But borders share more than edges. Their
shapes denote subtlety, the material

strength of reason and the untouchable,
an unmeasured practice brought to bear, like
depth of passion, or the concept of containment.

Width is merely a symptom of device.

file2091282847558

Something from the Past

screened_circles
I dug this out a few days ago. It originally appeared in SPSM&H (perhaps in 1986?), a publication devoted to sonnets. It’s interesting to look at these old poems. Some seem to have been written by a stranger, long ago and far, far away. This one somehow seems closer.

Apricot Wood

I built a frame of apricot
wood. This was for you. The clouds float
through it even as I sleep. You wrote
once of wild herbs gathered and brought
to a lovely girl, an offering not
of passion but of some remote
desire to hear a word from the throat
of the Lord Within Clouds. I thought
of this as I chiseled the wood.
Last night it rained. I listened to
it from my bed by the open
window, hoping that the clouds would
not leave. This morning two birds flew
by. It is raining again.