Monday, 27 August 2007

A Sort of Song

Where the headstones
wait for our names

under marigold clouds

as leaky as pockets
turned inside out

what is what isn’t
requires more

discernment than
compasses possess

but just because
we can’t see them

pulsing

like the ragged red campfires
of cowboy angels

doesn’t mean love
the stars aren’t there


Howard Good, New York, USA

6 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New
Paltz, is the author of two poetry chapbooks, Death of the Frog Prince (2004)
and Heartland (2007), both from FootHills Publishing. He was recently
nominated for a Pushcart Prize and is the featured poet in the Autumn 2007
issue of The Grand Rapids Literary Review.

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Crafty Green Poet said...

Hi teeth whitener - they're not my poems, I just choose and publish but thanks!

M Pritchard said...

I am in love with this one today...

Tina Trivett said...

Makes me think for sure..thanks.

tumblewords said...

I'm with M Pritchard. Beautiful!