Monday, April 24, 2017

DAY #22: Starting a New Week with Mercury

I am really enjoying all the poems submitted.  But this one by Mags made me stop, and touched me.  

It's gratifying when someone "gets" what you are doing with a creation; then turns and shows you something new, and relevant.  Something you might not have deliberately intended, but which is clearly there and clearly right.

- a planetary poem by MeteorMags

when you no longer hate the sun for shining
or curse it for bringing life
to our cold blue speck

when you run out of things to say
i will hold your heart in my hand
so you may count the petals of every flower

every hand that held another
holds us. ache for me when i am gone 
then realize i never leave you

write our manifesto and burn it
chart a course to bury treasure
our planted chest of golden coins

will grow to a garden of stars.
love it for me as if it is our child
my place is with you

we paint the stars together
when no one else is breathing
the moon hides below the horizon

our neighbors rise from beds
like corpses from their graves 
unable to recall the songs 

the mockingbird performed at 4 a.m.
the wind whistled down the asphalt
haunted only by coyotes.

my modern mercury’s caduceus
is a radio tower pulsing 
between realms like dreams

the serpents of his staff
become iron girders riveted to the sky
broadcasting love and fury

to the sons and daughters of lightning
spanning the globe under incandescent shelter
from midnight’s prehistoric treachery

clarity, communication
the courier’s gift
signals the dawn


Poems can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com.

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