At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the form cadralor or to write a poem about the author Abdulrazak Gurnah who won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
“The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light ….” Isaac Asimov
Galleons Rising (1) The place of my being is so deeply wounded, though unrelated to what we might agree as original innocence of knowing, perhaps an unknowing if, truth be told, of all that has passed through me. (2) What of the night darkened soul that lies behind my moistened eyes of longing for the white dove, to see the road clearly now the map has ceased, while clouds press inwardly to the journey. (3) Grey winter has pleased not one of its friends, offering the discomfort of predictable uncertainty, the continuity of intermittent falling patterns going deep to the bones of an unframed life. (4) The eastern shore of the lake clear yet impenetrable leaving the tortoise to carry its own burdens, those dreams of galleons rising to the stars far, collecting surprises along life's paradoxical way. (5) Do you know the field of expectation's weediness, un-mended fences demand no sense of belonging, the place is riddled with interlopers of no conscience, time to slip away free-range, ebullient, rising. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®