Old Scarification And New Wounds
I rise from rich
soil, of a cycle spun
round since Time's record.
The dirt falls away
slow, adhering to places
of old scarification
and new wounds.
I am awake in rain and feel
part of charcoal sketch skies.
I recall my life as serialized story,
a story too many have skimmed
then claimed complete understanding.
They want to know it all, but
don't want to get dirty to get there.
Calm and clear, I am,
under nearing storms.
Some dirt runs off me now,
whipping wet slaked.
Weeds share with grass under foot,
until the weeds choke out grass.
I am moved like an ancient
obelisk, by secret means long lost.
Today, I am returned.
Shards of memory un-splinter
noon sun risng in storm.
In this present
I am host to possible pasts,
to old scarification
and of new wounds.
Wool Portraiture
Those skies have clouds of elder faces.
As they roll, they reveal themselves.
They are soft seeming in the distance.
When passing, they lose or gain portrait detail.
After each cloud passes, features changing,
I squint with clarity of detail making near,
while the obscure is distanced.
When I was very young I stared long at silent
skies I didn't know overflowed with sound.
The memory makes me defiant -- I tremor.
Sound with sight affirms the present.
My heart cadence matches the wind
while it wails on, rising higher.
The Vernal Morning
Kaleidoscope individuals root
in the garden of scent beneath
a stretch of pale tree-shadows.
Caressed by the whispered
contrivance of the winds
clouds burrow into the land,
prove the sighed language
of Nature, is as transient and
wilful as that whisper.
A hungry ballet of resilient birds
take flight, the buxom quality
of Nature now unbound anew.
The sun falls upon this garden,
select desires no longer to be
boycotted as feelings too simple.
Grendel Descent
One of Grendel descent
is an intuitional creature:
having a conscious intuitive
process, he uses intuition chronically,
considers and reconsiders numerous
intuitions until one claims dominance
and so is nearest to truth.
One of Grendel descent
fears his instincts will lead him
to do what his thinking mind tells
him he should not do, and to go
where his thinking mind tells him
that he should not go.
One of Grendel descent
cannot reconcile who he is
alone, with who he is when not.
Saxon Shore
She imagines each wave each white-cap fair hair
Are otherwise murky strangers,
dark suitors
She aches for salt-taste sways
in wind-breath
Auburn tresses fly in
turbulent pant
Rebel strands find mouth then
sad eyes know
Awakening waves roll ship
of men sea-hunted
Sky-shouts punch end-land sky-torches cross sky
She heart-screams for lover lost to sea-hate now
Sad pleas not to roll heave ship-men
to water-death
Small hands into fists-ball mist
spray holds her
She closes nose to smell once
thought sweet air
She stays until storm-sleep ship-bones
float to hurt-shore
David Alec Knight is from Ontario, Canada. David has had many poems printed in American and Canadian journals and anthologies. Recent poems have appeared in Verse Afire, The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press, and in By The Wishing Tree - A Canadian Poetry Anthology. In 2021, David was recipient of The Ted Plantos Memorial Award for Poetry. His first book of poetry is called The Heart Is A Hollow Organ (Cranberry Tree Press, 2021). David works in healthcare.
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