In the Season of Poui
by
Avi Miller
In the season of Poui
Red
and yellow blossoms fall;
Shadows
fall with them too
-
Into six by six garden plots
Of
dust and soul.
Long
before this silence
Of
sleep robbing you of self,
Some
come to understand
That
phantom hugs and kisses
Haunt
before garden graves.
In
such stark moments of truth
A
tongue heavy with immediacy
Must
ask that you- in particular,
No
sad song sing; nor long speech write
No
goat blood spill; nor lilies bring.
That
rum breath-mourning scent,
Be
kept to yourself.
If
you want- remember,
If
not, be free to forget.
I
was already a floating memory
Riding
times lonely stream.
Alone
on it I came.
Curled,
like some
Infinitely
suffering thing
Assumed
in the pale
Raiment
of death,
Alone
I depart.
Having
drunk bitter gall
Of
a false lover- lost.
Perhaps,
it is best
The
world is shouldered
On
one with greater breath.
You
who walked beside me
Knotted
by feeble words
- Left
me to rot
In
some dark recess of life.
Let
me have then,
My
serene scene,
In
this secluded plot
Of
myrrh filled sunset
To
which I hum
This
new immortal song.
******
The Seer
By
David Pearson
Sitting at the table
At
the village fair
He
told the future
For
a dollar clear,
Just
as he saw it
He
spoke plainly
But
he said it with
Words
spoken wisely.
A
man came alone,
With
nothing in his hand
The
seer looked deeply
He
saw a life grand,
A
future of success
With
riches great.
A
man of influence
And
so the seer spake.
“I
see a life of difficulty,
Heart
ache and pain,
Mixed
with success
And
so much gain.
If
you have friends
And
the support they give,
You
will be rich
As
long as you live.”
A
man came happy,
With
his girl in the rain,
The
seer looked deeply
He
saw a life of pain.
A
future cut short
By
a disease’s path
There’d
be no sports;
Seer
shared no wrath.
“I
see a life of difficulty,
Heart
ache and pain,
Mixed
with success
And
so much gain.
You’ll
need friends -
The
support they give,
And
you’ll be rich
As
long as you live.”
******
...the last time...
By
Austin George Henry
You cannot get
tomorrow, today
Neither
can you get back yesterday
The
minute that has been spent
You
do not own it…ye rent
For
after sixty seconds, it rents away.
Did
you give love tomorrow’s yesterday?
The
months they go by
And
the years they fly
Father
Time never stands still
Methinks,
the time you bring,
to
read this song,
Tis
a whole lifetime,
for
someone.
Did
you do love yesterday’s tomorrow?
Can
we create a future that will erase, or better, the past?
Can
ye make the present destine a future that will last?
Am
I the master of my personal determined tomorrow?
Could
he, she, they, them, soar to the past like Kilimanjaro?
The
quill’s on this ode for the last time…
Now
becomes then,
the
breath the “w” passes away…
Did
you give love, with love, today?
[Photographic Art by Ric Couchman]