Poetry
(the parallels)
Maybe all this will pass?
It won’t be your last chance,
To find another way to love
In this happenstance.
A torn paperback
With its pages all loose
Dispersing in the streets
One page meets your feet
It’s the final scene on
chapter nine
Even with all the damages
You’ve Always been an
Impervious sea
A litany of feeling
Words and collages and music
For everyone’s low
You are the ceiling
The cosmos
A containment field for other peoples
pain
Moving in the initial motion,
Against the pouring rain
Don’t be the dormant
demise
You have always been worth more than
One billion grains of sand
Be The most precious diamond…
On the distant strand.
For others to stand with
Courage
Unshaken….
(Part 2)
On a certain day
a hesitation dance plays
A faded radio dial is turned
Bakelite curves
And you you twist out what
was been woven inside
In the music playing
Transverse waves
Oscillating
You are
electromagnetic
No matter what anyone says
You rotate everything into the the chorus
Crescendo
Close your eyes and feel the sound waves
Arms outstretched to the parallels
with this decisiveness
Of feeling
Amplitudes
As the gift of touch is an effervescent healing
Fingers moving through the air
Wildflower petals drift and fall against your rainy
Skin.
Drop drop
Mirror pool
A pond in silence
Helps you
begin anew…
Heron blue
heron blue
Francis A Willey
June 2023