A pound of potatoes
cools the boil
but they’ll cook
soon enough
you’ll see
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My flame disappears in a white, white sky
Said earthly good isn’t so good.
Some heaven doth give it the lie.
A chicken chosen
To feed the world
leaves a feather
just so I’ll know
Tears turn the wheel
Grinding these hopes
but I’ll make bread from this
listless dust born of nopes.
Just give me, O Lord,
that ingredient least
that lifts me to live,
Your beneficent yeast.
The sound of NPR
Wheat growing
and the wind blowing,
and the implication,
not what is said
Lazy gods at the club on a Sunday
Praises come through the speakers.
Someone says, Turn it down.
I’ve yet to let
Go what’s gone.
In me the dead
will seed the dawn.
The flower of
this earthly wire
will climb to God
and then expire.
The heart’s a cloud in its very own sky —
Blotting its source
and cooling but why?
Certain players had moved on
This finally would be the year
of game-winners and accolades.
And so I rose early to prepare,
pounded down the dark road
before the long day of work and school,
hating the road,
hating the fear and weakness within.
God being none the wiser
Keeps dumping beauty and grace:
the cornflower, the gentian,
the shadow game
and streak of light.
The pretty eye,
the inward sigh,
the clearing mind
and day we might.
Utrecht Journal 