Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A nation of stars

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It is the waiting for the message, not the message itself.
~ Federico Fellini

Cynocis

I just can’t write a happy poem. It kills me, the sadness of it,
trying to strew joy and bliss and fluffy cheer across a page,
in this graying age, brings more melancholy than fulfillment.

Shall I rejoice in the early arrival of an unseasonal spring?
Delight in how spikes of damson lupine dagger the roadway
as great furballs of coyote ceanothus skirl winter halfway back?

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Gush at how my heart gleams when standing beneath an owl
settling a twilight limb, embering Venus chasing down another
fallen sun waving sapphire surrender beyond the failing horizon?

Shall I stand serenely alone in the minted darkness and look up,
always up, where an unseen destiny waits to repatriate me to a
nation of stars, my true home, quiet, content, joyful at long last?

Joseph Gallo
February 19, 2013

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1 Comments:

Blogger Kyle Kimberlin parried...

Beautiful, Joseph. Reminds me of The Time Before Death, by Kabir.
http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/TimeBeforeDe.htm

April 04, 2013 11:11 AM  

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