Thursday, January 18, 2018

Thursday Poem - January

Dusk and snow this hour
in argument have settled
nothing. Light persists,
and darkness. If a star
shines now, that shine is
swallowed and given back
doubled, grounded bright.
The timid angels flailed
by passing children lift
in a whitening wind
toward night. What plays
beyond the window plays
as water might, all parts
making cold digress.
Beneath iced bush and eave,
the small banked fires of birds
at rest lend absences
to seeming absence. Truth
is, nothing at all is missing.
Wind hisses and one shadow
sways where a window's lampglow
has added something. The rest
is dark and light together tolled
against the boundary-riven
houses. Against our lives,
the stunning wholeness of the world.

Betty Adcock from Intervale

2 comments:

Tabor said...

This one has to be re-read again. Very prismatic.

Dr kold_kadavr_ flatliner MD said...

Gotta lotta poetry.
Looky here, dear...
'the more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague