Vacant voice vaguely in your ear March 15, 2017Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
Ancient myths set the imagination on fire;
Listening to old men speak of sacred rain;
Drops shower the landscape leaving you dry;
Or piercing you like needles leaving you in pain.
Ghosts of Appalachia;
shadows in Machu Picchu;
profile of a hornbill of Malaysia;
phantom in your church pew.
It reminds you of a vacant voice vaguely in your ear;
a mist, not a fog, envelopes you in a cold humidity;
longing for peace there are no reparations for fear;
and no search for Ralph Waldo Emerson’s timidity.
Apparitions disembark a late train;
impoverished spirits seeking passage;
boys standing in a scared rain;
hoping for an end to the rage.
Who left the street in a hurry for a cab to an airport?
Only to abort the flight for an expensive rental car;
like a clandestine operative delivering his report;
to a nameless man with green eyes who didn’t get far.
Sleep disturbed by a translucent nun;
and a violin concerto delivers its news;
while evil plots to blot out the Sun;
asking to dance on graves of its muse.
We are doing a dance with invisible partners embracing;
as we believe the caressing was from love and devotion;
they released us and walked away, leaving us dancing;
finding ourselves drinking whiskey on a yacht in mid-ocean.