Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Donald Gasperson ----- Three poems


                                                               
                                           The Cabinet
                                               

                                    the authoritarian scrabbles
                                                
                                    for the chemical cabinet
                                              
                                    dead to any intimacy

 
                                     
                                      with an nod and a wink at me

                                       plays at authenticity

                                                  
                                        suspend your disbelief








                               
                                Sensible Shoes


                             
                                for a short time

                                twigs will ripen

                                and leaves breathe


                                quiet the idle mind


                                an elegant nest

                                opulant egg

                                breeze

                                          

                                mindfulness











                                               Blue Bird
                                              
                                      old world shamanism
                                      sought God’s mythic bone
                                      and finds the right rhythms
                                     
                                        to cure hemarhoids                          

                                        laughing woman

                                        has ungovernable questions

                                        of her archetypical family

                                        for quiet contemplation

                                 
                          our odd little onion
                               
                                      loves the inflections

                                      of sun on the river
                        
                                      and green weather

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