Monday, December 30, 2013

Certain Poets Read The Skies As They Did Before

writing in diamonds on the winter skies
God in His singular Castle keeps the night
and tries once more to scatter poems
for you

from the crystal highlands of His ultimate Preciousness.

but I am semi-precious and can't

quite catch the drift, do you?

of all this silver coinage everywhere.
and rubies that can't be spent
are gathering in His West 
where the slow swans rise.

oh, ever new cryptology that can't be
decoded yet
though we are trying to-

transcribing what we knew before
or thought we did-

and what we almost hear

mary angela douglas 30 december 2013;rev. 21 november 2014