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Thunder Moon

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Thunder Moon

 

Passing through the veil of rain at
mountain’s peak I see the west breaks off

The sun lets the day go quietly there farther
and the break remains as my car crouches

against the hour changing its eyes
the long slow throat of thunder growls

all evening through the hollows and the gutters
on the roof all July is like this and the break stays

with me this open space to the west what
time is it there what are they seeing there

when the moon waxing now low in the clouds
appears like an eye behind a veil is it the same moon

on the other side will they know as the veil
of rain is lifted from their faces I will not let

the groom doze off on them or see
what I see in the break I saw on the mountain

thundermoon

empty heart

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I have been following Leonard’s blog since I joined WordPress just under a year ago. I learn so much from his work and our shared interest in poetry, I think I’ve earned my L.D. (life degree?) from LD. Enjoy this new poem of his.

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

as I lie face up
on the hospital bed
waiting for 5 stitches
in my hard Calabrese head
Ali says
your ekg was good
your heart is better
than a young person’s
and Adnan nods
his blood pressure too
it’s because you have
an empty heart
Ali says
empty I ask
no woman he says
no woman no pain
Adnan smiles
a little laugh
some sad recognition
of a truth
they both share
and I think
maybe it’s time
to fill it
here in a city
among true friends
for even some pain
is better
than lying empty
and unused

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Abandonment

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Abandonment

 

The abandoned asylum. The shell of a house next door
like the edge of some stranger’s attention span

you’re drawn to it because they’re gone, they gave up
without knowing that even in their judgment

even when they have turned their back things are
growing green spreading out in abandonment

*

building their own context indifferent to circumstance
with regard only for their new shape just as

I am spreading roots in the airy spaces between your words
to build for you a new and pleasing shape

Others may not notice it but it will last
that may be why it will last just

*

as words are an abandoned structure
as soon as they are uttered they are left vacant

Who will come fill them in live in them will you
be with me in all this space left by others

Can we make a home with quiet abandon
past the edge of even our own attention

Past the edge of what we think we want

Angel

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Angel

 

Are the faithful the only ones who can recognize
what they have never seen or is this spilt milk

in my sink what it seems—a ragged host
reaching out to me as if it’s not too late

but for which of us    her shape
will not hold but who knows the shape

of the abyss—it’s white like old eyes
failing and in reaching out it diminishes

shredding from the edges
towards the center which come

to find out can hold quite a lot

Poem To Be Read But Once

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Poem To Be Read But Once

 

As soon as I have finished reading this poem
to you, you will begin forgetting it.

I have written it many times
but it can be read only once.

You are thinking if you read it
and I read it then that is more

Than once only but those
are different poems. This one

Is for you alone. Take a moment
to enjoy being in the middle of it.

I will even skip a line for you to take it all in:

And when you have read it the words
will fall away almost

immediately though the poem never
will nor old love and what travels with it

the line you’ll never forget
after all will be the one I skipped for you

Dream of Finishing Something

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Dream of Finishing Something

 

For the first time you see the rough draft of your life
complete. You now know—it’s a whale; it’s a shark;

It’s a school of fish. Silt in a tidal pool.

It’s a shadow of the plane passing overhead,
of the cloud into which the plane disappears.

For a moment there is no telling which direction
it is going, but it is all there; or whether its depth

Is imagined but it is all there is. Imagined or not.