Vision
in the Woods
A sadness lingers
in the dark eyes of the forest
Like the turning of
seasons
an age has come to an
end
The harmony of green
changes to the golden
yellow of sunset
and the deep red of
sleep
One leaf falls, then
another
like the years of life
passing into darkness
The veil is drawn tight
the Guardians have lowered
their swords
All that once was
will be never more
Akhenaten
Removing God from self
Realization or acceptance
that
you are nothing
thus becoming everything
Looking into water and seeing life
Looking into soul and seeing truth
Knowing, instead of wanting
Being, instead of dreaming
falling
from the abyss
into
the Sol of creation
Conceiving that within you
is
the origin
of both the dark
and the light
Angel Number Three
She wore
black
on and all
about her
Mourning for
the loss of us all
She smiled
and the
universe fell in line
awaiting her
blessing
She raised
one finger
crossed it
over another
Condemnation
complete
She was the
dark angel
Lips red of
blood
kissing the
world goodbye
Child’s Poem by the
Irish Sea
I
found a stone
by
the Irish sea
Black
and smooth
it
called out to me
How
come you
to
this fabled land
How
come you
through
grass and sand
The
sun, said I
and
the blue of sky
The
air so fresh
and
the earth so dry
I
come to give thanks
I
come to praise
I
stretch out my arms
for
these blessed days
Aye,
said the stone
I
know what you mean
For
even my ancestors
are
here to be seen
We
communed together
the
stone and I
Before
the great sea
and
below the sky
Together
my friend
we
share one will
for
in my pocket
I
carry him still
The Gathering
An intake of breath
an exhalation of peace
The multitude comes
in a wave of questions
Shall we open our mouths
and let God answer
An intake of breath
an exhalation of light
like a profuse
enlightenment
The multitude gasps in
awe
The sky opens
and a veil is drawn back
to reveal profane
perfection
An intake of breath
an exhalation of the
sacred vow
The word upon the word
spoken in solemn caves
high in the mountains
and deep in the ancient
forests
beneath the giant oaks
of forgotten ages
An intake of breath
an exhalation of fire
igniting the passions
that once stirred
in the blood of
humankind
The multitude stands
with hands thrust into
the air
remembering they were
once
masters of their own
destinies
that they once lived and
died
as free people
An intake of breath
an exhalation of a
whisper
a release
a forgiveness
and a prayer
Norman Cristofoli has published several chapbooks of
poetry/prose plus two audio compilations of spoken word. He published the “Labour
of Love” literary magazine for over 25 years and was co-founder of the
“Coffeehouse” artist networking site. His play “The Pub” and new book of poetry
“Relinquishing the Past” were both published in 2020. His murder/mystery novel
“Novembers” will be published in 2023.
Website: https://normancristofoli.com/
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