Due North
Due North Poetry and Art Chapbook for Creative & Teaching Writing-Radford University with Professors Elizabeth A. Poe & A. Bromley Spring 1992/Autumn 1993 projectendofdays.blogspot.com/2023/05/due-north.html Due North @ Amazon
For whom does it have meaning?
We throw into nightshades the unthrown
All of you children of love come forward We are leading the march to the north, This resolution a flagrant flower amid the chaos of winter storm Come with us now, we of the rosary night removed are calling you
An odd, beckoning gesture unfolds to touch the depth of our desires' brilliance
Alone, in question, the thief stops and smiling at the strange guards, recognizes the lords of the life procession beginning to fall
Where are the guilty gods
Stranded w/in the mute
Forest of assassination?
Show me the great northern cities again.
the hustling women
those well lit avenues shine into
neon nothing, light of noon trance,
the game or dance, a procession
of haunting love remembered
for the sake of everything
of and in all things. --
a city spire reaches true
sky of silverfish elegance
A woman screams
as we turn the
next corner..
I'd like a flowery summit
of harem knowledge
a blessing or gift-
And when it is with me, when the
wandering laughter sings
in my ear like a secret angel,
a thousand stars converge
into nova brilliance
staring white hot into the black
a rose
unfolds into
sanctimonious revenge
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Come forward, we suspended,
come alone into the night try
Phone calls to broken hearts
the shadows of desire
turn in black pillars
of silent suffering,
love, my love is a fire brand,
White hot steel inside my
skull
My god where is the wisdom of the hours?
Black towers fall
bright orange,
burning illusion is
this intrusion of dark truth
upon a lonely Saturday evening
Lovers embrace around firelight
a mourning side of
confusion
followed by the silent sky's
awakening
lovers and takers become
similar children
hovering between shadows
toward noon sun summer parade
Houses are burning
hopes and faces
turn toward the black sky
Yet there can be
no
providence
found
For the disguise has finally languished,
the war is over,
and each instant shakes beneath
this unbridled truth,
A golden proof of two faces ignited,
together they meet in the rampant sky,
Turn, turn and face the lie
Someone, a thing is feeding us
words or transgressions,
the altar w/ wine,
snatched photo glance,
in a trance you are revealed to me
Eyes of love's fire stare through
the Sunday vision
This meeting of intuition
a resurrection claimed
by green truth
We are proof of this existence,
Winners and losers of this gambling chaos removed,
Sacred children of the hidden light turn again
and are redeemed on this night,
They cry and swoon through to the
Solstice dawn of blood tide,
Everything now dead and graceful,
All things converge into one instant of
languid space....
I touched the master's hand,
my hand,
shaking with intolerable sorrow,
I caressed the eaves of nothingness