The Eternity Door
Poems remain forever unfinished, only to be completed by each new reader - Dan Eric Slocum
Friday, April 29, 2011
the secret of the cotton
cotton ought to sing. (memory’s does)
white-capped monks kneeling in dirt,
song and the alliterative like.
through it all, there are the high notes,
the high point, remember?
the men touching, and then finally,
the truth of it all, at last. my soul. my soul.
God, the euphoria!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Old Uncle Si
with long legs
with the passing of
one moon, one sun
I see his oath to me
just clouds in the old man's eye.