A Hunger in Positano
With the sky washed clean
By the rain
And birds singing wildly
In lush trees
They walked down
The steep grade of the slant
Toward the ocean
“Love is acceptance
And being open
To the flow of existence”
She said as she walked
On ahead
And it warmed him to hear
As he followed closely behind
With the vistas over the sea
As breath-stealing
As ever
But she was in a hurry to eat
At the little bistro
At the bottom of the trail
By the water
Where they had been
Once before
When youth was unending
And love was long
In the stacked little town
Above the shore
At the Shore
I stroll to the wharf
In the morning rain
My thoughts opaque
Like the heaviness
Of Matisse
Where details detract
And vagueness
Penetrates to the heart
Of things
To wait for my lost
Ambition
With the broken things
Piled by the shore
Rage
Through a winter maze
Of ice and art
Frozen still
Beneath every movement
Light in the darkness
Of a stone cold rage
And lost in the lifetimes
That we left behind
Barking and biting
At the night time
Beyond the shadows
Of our discontent
Spout
Aloof over Paris
Perched in silence
Gargoyles
Gaze To the east
With a steady stare
Into tomorrow
Over the greyness
Of a near
November sky
Moving
Toward the razor’s edge
Of a shaky horizon
Where things
Often go badly
And grief is just love
With nowhere left
To go
The Pull of Stonehenge
We set out from Bath
Through the English
Countryside
The relentless greyness
Of the sky
Lending a constant drizzle
Of drama to the day
It can be seen for miles
On the horizon
As we approach
The sarsen towers
Of mystery
And the blue stones
Of forgotten meaning
A Neolithic madness
Growing bolder
As we hike across
Wet meadows
To get a closer look
They say Druids
Moved among them once
In rituals of the seasons
And offerings to the sun
But for you and I
It’s a new beginning
With our own legends
Coalescing
As we pass beneath
Ancient knowing eyes
Illuminating hidden stories
Across lands of the dead
And the fragments
Of a deeper understanding
Of everything
That we are
John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of three books of poetry: “March” and “The Seasons of Us” (both published in 2019) and New Days (published in 2020). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
Extraordinary writes. Brings so many rich associations to mind.
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