Meet me for a beer on my back stairs or
winter will come to thicken the membrane
between us and render us opaque.
Our worlds are in conjunction only once
each year, Have we the courage to meet
each other and ourselves beyond all time?
This translucent thinning summons us to
take advantage of such near passages.
Why did you take your life when I needed
you most? Come home from war, could you not bear
to meet me just outside the portal arch
that marks the no-man’s land between the lawn
clippings and the land mines, between hell and
the same old city blocks on Saturdays?
Triumphal arch, my ass. The Romans knew
it marked raw savagery from the lies that
are the city’s swept streets, clean sheets, sweet dreams.
I wait for you on my back stairs and watch
October become a new November.
The moon wanes in a ragged, cloud-strewn sky,
and it’s cold like you and I remember.
A contest entry
- October by ea.
700 points, ended November 1, 2008, 34 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yest his is deep and powerful a amazing piece of poetry. Excellent well done.
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Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. I'm glad the poem spoke to you.
Mac
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Congratulations on a wonderful piece and a well deserved Gold award Excellent
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Thank you so much.
Mac
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I love this.
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Thank you, friend.
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Powerful, as potent as the night. The questions are piercing, as is the view of the 'lies' that we claim as civilization.
It will be cold, on Samhain, no matter the temperature. You will not be the only one asking truth from ghosts.
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Thank you, Mercedes.
Mac
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