2014, 2020, New Poems: workings and beginnings., POETRY

With a Pale Widow Smile.

When the black dress falls to the floor,
I can’t breathe.
Asleep, now?
-don’t act so surprised
A smile tenderly crosses her face;
the candle light flickers;
and stars form in her eyes.
There are words written on the wall
with a jumbo Sharpe.
‘Memories share themselves with you.’
My heart is miles away,
buried in a jar
in my sister’s backyard,
with bones and feathers,
and a Minnesota Red Pipestone pipe.
Got to remember to dig it up before,
she moves.
Dreams cross the room,
the memories seem so clear,
the evidence has been displayed and argued
in every poem.
-don’t get up
or go sentimentalist on me.
She said,
with a pale widow smile

 

2020, New Poems: workings and beginnings., questions

Is the cause of the suffering within life the letter ‘I’?

The external world
and how we experience it
is constantly changing;
as we are constantly changing.
Our sensations,
our minds,
our consciousness,
our character,
all are in perpetual flux.

Trying to identify a permanent self
is futile;
because a permanent
or independent self really doesn’t exist.
So as one quests for the cause ,
the why,
for suffering,
one sees that everything is fleeting,
and changing;
there’s nothing one can put your finger one,
to say,
that is the cause of the pain.

it’s sort of like saying,
one was born on this day,
and that was when I began,
but what about nine months before ,
when the sperm met the Oocyte,
and formed the zygote.
or the meeting of ones mother and father,
and on and on.

So when some one calls me white,
it is not true.
I have Celtic, Pike, Norwegian, Frank, Roman,
Cherokee, Iroquois, Bulgarian, Bavaria,
Neanderthal, Anglo Saxon, Norman,
Denisovan, and on and on.

Is the cause of the suffering within life the letter ‘I’?