Psalm for the SouthMomma gave me a quilt when I left homePsalm for the South by AzizrianDaoXrak
so I could lie me down in green pastures,
jus' like her black book says.
I learned to read
in a town where the churches got porches
jus' like everybody else.
Taught myself astronomy
with cogon grass ticklin my bare legs an'feet
an'ticks on the backsa my knees.
I couldn'a shown you
the long necklace a' stars
people say is a dragon,
but I could hunt down rabbits n'hazelnuts
on their way to Heaven.
Since I left
I seen long plains a' steel buildins
that crowd out the sky
an'shine their own stars.
Grandaddy Solomon still sings to me in my sleep
in Grandma's ole wicker rockin chair,
still reads to me from Momma's black book.
I like him better'n God.
My first music lesson
was wind in the blue grass,
my breath vibratin the green ribbon
crushed between thumb-joints.
Since then I learned from voices jus' as sweet.
I read lots more than the black book, these days.
Walked through lotsa valleys,
dryer'n salt or wet as an afternoon in March
walked there m
Capturei. nightbreakCapture by archelyxs
We're not friends, really.
We're only close on summer afternoons
when the atmosphere captures us
tenderly, in waves of golden sunlight,
when the day fades to night on broken pavement
and we lie together, not too close,
sharing our hidden tragedies,
our voices exhilarated and desperate,
our traumatized eyes fixed on the skies.
know anything about loss.
Keeping my hands pressed to my sides
I watch as pages turn,
as trees melt into sheets of paper
that become poems
etched into the brick of time.
Our traumatized eyes are fixed on the skies
that unfold miracles and scatter stars,
that open wildflowers like love letters
metered and calligraphic,
that lend song to kaleidoscope
birds in unsolved riddles
and bright lashes.
"look at the light! oh, humans.
we are all so beautiful."
Letter to First Poet on MarsLetter to First Poet on Mars by TheHungerArtist
Letter to the first poet on Mars
Do not say "red".
Avoid mention of Ares.
In fact, don't wax classical
Keep it simple.
Don't drink the water.
There isn't any.
Say there is.
Exaggerate the prospects
Tell us the weather is nice.
Or, that it will be.
Wish we were there.
Tell us so.
Invent a new word
Make a circle.
construct a sphere.
Create a word for gravity
and place it at the center.
Empty the sky of stars.
Give us a proper beginning.
Write: "I've reached the summit
of Olympus Mons,"
and, "from this sacred height,
I can see beyond Tharsis
a world without gods
who deal in war."