Wednesday 14 June 2023

Three Poems by Linda King

 



in this short transit

 

a fog of meaning

that fights with time

a reality that resides

in some other place

 

you 

are found in this universe

only once

 

in this short transit

through the wilderness

the random moments of this world

have no goals in mind

 


lines of stones in a fallow field

 

we all edit our truth

allow reality to take a supporting role

offer up only the appearance of answers

everything partial and temporary

 

within a shelter of meaning

present/absent doesn't matter

just the sorcery of words

 

a forest no longer humming green

a weeping from an abandoned house

a line of stones in a fallow field

 

 

the crows at  happy hour

 

at dusk in the blurred horizon

crows line up on the railing

they share stories

of confiscated things

contemplate shiny objects

of desire

 

on the edge of a truth

beyond language    they discuss

the full extent of reality

and  how everything

without feathers

is merely

a metaphor




Linda King is the author of five poetry Collections including Reality Wayfarers (Shoe Music Press, 2014) and antibodies in the alphabet (BlazeVOX Books, 2019).  Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals ( including Lothlorien) in Canada and internationally. She has been nominated for Best of the Net and also for The Pushcart Prize. King lives and writes on The Sunshine Coast of British Columbia, Canada.

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