Tuesday 5 November 2024

Five Poems by Michael Carrino

 




Ren 

 

The scent of red lotus  

fades    The jade mat chills 

You might send an elegant letter  

as blossoms fall and idle sadness is hard  

to wipe from the brow  

 

A traveller will not depart  

until the Yang-Pass song is sung  

over and over until  

complete    Farewell    Farewell  

 

Migrating geese shape the Chinese character  

   ren as in person    human  

as if to suggest they fly  

to deliver a letter  

lush with details of one memory    Memory 

 

that one sad kiss    Beauty in one  

unruly promise and time  

an impossible dance    Still  

any faint thunder may hold the truth 

 

 

 

 

Red Steam Rising 

-photograph by Carole Bracy 

 

August is ending and it's cold 

in the mountains, wet and slick 

on this curve of road,  

 

until morning light heats, churns 

the greasy surface into mist  

within one vague  

promise made in summer.  

 

Autumn's vibrant leaves  

red and gold will soon arrive,   

twist and curl on chill wind, the faint 

scent of snow and wood smoke 

   

until they fall, crisp  

on the land, gift the ache 

 

 

 

 

Alcohol Ink on Ceramic Tile 

 

 

Across Lake Champlain in South Hero  

as well as further north  

in Montreal autumn holds a trace of winter  

 

The artist lives far from where I complete  

this day revising a line  

while leaning on the seawall rail   

 

The artist lives in Corvallis Oregon   

In her ink and tile  

 

I find my ease     A full white moon 

in a quiet autumn sky 

 

 

 

 

Broken Mirror 

 

Soon the New Year 

     No snow but wind   

 

rain and icy roads 

     We are quiet at home 

 

Another year another 

     winter without snow 

 

at least not much 

     It's predicted the earth 

 

will continue to warm 

     An old broken mirror 

 

under the bed 

 

 

 

 

That Letter I Wrote You One Autumn Morning  

 

 

Start with the wrong tone      

Consider all that fractured syntax  

 

impossible to correct 

Add new words better punctuation  

 

This far past midnight  

another day to remain wrong  

 

edge me further away  

from ever nearly being right again



   

Michael Carrino holds an M.F.A. in Writing from Vermont College.   He is a retired English lecturer at the State University College at Plattsburgh, New York, where he was co-founder/poetry editor of the Saranac Review His publications include Some Rescues, (New Poets Series, Inc.) Under This Combustible Sky, (Mellen Poetry Press), Café Sonata, (Brown Pepper Press), Autumn’s Return to the Maple Pavilion (Conestoga Press), By Available Light (Guernica Editions), Always Close, Forever Careless (Kelsay Books), Until I’ve Forgotten, Until I’m Stunned (Kelsay Books), In No Hurry (Kelsay Books), Natural Light (Kelsay Books), and The Scent of Some Lost Pleasure (one of three authors) in Conestoga Zen 3 Anthology, (Conestoga Zen Press), as well as individual poems in numerous journals and reviews. 

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