Autumn in the
Village
I saw you
Walk across
Washington Square
You pretended
Not to see me
As you rushed
Into the poetry
Of the park
Where I lost you
In the reds and yellows
Of the city
Breathing
Into the Stream
Samplers of existence
Left idle
In a magnetite tide
Stranded
On an impenetrable
Sargasso Sea
Shipwrecks
And ancestry
Buried in the sand
With one lone call
Left to wander
Into the mysteries
Of a shallow
Blue stream
Pearl
A great absence
In childhood
Inventing worlds
To fill space
Scratching the surface
Of breaking desire
The inevitable obsession
Of the oyster
With the pearl
A singular beauty
To be nurtured
In the bosom
Of reassurance
A grain of sand
At the core
Something Like Sorrow
Deregulated
In the palace of wisdom
A pressure against
The outer skull
We were once
In tune with nature
We were once in tune
With change
Now left to wander
Through deserts
Of hunger
A sole note on the wind
Through a window
Sounding something like
Sorrow
The Poet
The ugliness
Is always there
On the street level
Where the truth lives
Hymns for the lonely
In a detached
And disenfranchised world
No message
No morality
Just living
In the impact
Of immediacy
And the photography
Of words
The Wavering Sun
The cynicism
Helps me survive
Like a cocoon
For the winter
At least that’s what he
Told himself
A beat like a tin can
On the wind
A visual
Drifting away on dreams
A shot in the dark
One quick trigger
After another
A shot of love
Or something
Lost in the wavering
Sun
John Drudge - 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 four books of poetry:
“March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments
(2021). 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.
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