Musa Inesperada 5 – se entiende…

Musa Inesperada 5

The poem ends.

Planets shift through the width of a word

shattering suns across time.

Symbols scratched on broken glass

fragment moonlight.

Truths are spoken and surfaces collapse

into ragged voids of falling.

 

Now is the hollow man

stuffed with straw, fool’s bells in his head,

borrowed smiles stitched to his mouth

and an ice pick in his heart.

For a moment he was song,

a poem for all seasons and

a naked hero

littering his quest with cast-off armor.

 

For one sweet breath he parted clouds

on home made wings,

consumed in fire, burning as he fell.

But it’s winter now, and night.

Spring and dawn are written out

of this play,

Icarus has the leading part

but falls again and again.

 

The music plays on and

The music plays on, but only

echoing silence breaks through to

more echoing silence

and the owl,

and the voices of wolves

tearing the night’s peace

into regurgitated shreds.

 

Yet still my muse

offers branches of light…

 

“Lord I just can’t keep from crying sometimes,

Lord I just can’t keep from crying sometimes,

When my heart is full of sorrow

And my eyes are filled with tears

Lord I just can’t keep from crying sometimes”.

 

Poem and drawing by clinock. Drawing: Pastel and conte on paper. 8″ x 10″. 2013. Click on image for more detail.

I Just Can’t Keep From Crying – Old American blues – Blind Willie Johnson.