Tuesday, October 27, 2009

(fell asleep with book in hand)

                       history & poetry coexist

                       a river across & through                        into & out of
                                                                                                               the same place

poetry begins & history waits
reshaping the old maps
                                                                           with familiar lines
                                                                                        crossing out the new ones

                              in time      as time always does
                                        poetry & history                      collide

                 an accident occurs          unnoticed

people wait on the                      margins
                                                                        & fringes

                                        these dots do not
                                                   connect to make shapes
                                                   but what happens
                         in between                    falls to the wayside


                         the others with
                                      the others

           as history begins
                       poetry waits
                                on the sidelines

              waiting to be written as poetry hides

1 comment:

  1. Darcy
    I admire your poems . I enjoy the way you see things ..the language you use , the way you place your words ..where one thought crashes into another..they are beautiful.
    i love when one simple word can engage you and hold you in a certain emotion..its magic ..anyways your poems are great .They are inspiring ..take care ~