LAUREL LEAVES POETRY


Monthly Poetry Magazine



Read the Poems

POET AND POEMS OF THE MONTH


MS. KAY RENZ




Read the Poems

TIME CAPSULE: SEPTEMBER 5TH

 

There’s a clarity at the hinge point
of summer and autumn:
gold strikes the surface
of things and they ring like tiny
bell-claps; my heart my soul and
my ribcage are three of those.

I have a sister whose bell is full
of refuse; things got caged and clotted
in the cloche of life’s heavy metal somehow,
so I tell her stories under the sweet
gut strings of midnight
near an old, salmon colored candle
that blazes through our own animal skins,
revealing symbols like tattoos,
blood and ink,
while the simmering, beautiful
songs collect in our throats,
cut and unlock, then float.

There is a dawn-boy who climbs the
Red Rock canyon, strewing pollen
along the way in the hopes of climbing
a purple mountain, singing, always
singing,

“beauty walks before me,
beauty walks beside me,
beauty walks a behind me,
above, and below me.”

The world appears at peace today.
The TVs and radios have lockjaw.
And all we see is silence.

 

  Back to Selection Volume 14