We move like half made commas
We move like half made commas
to the east,
today, tomorrow, long past yesterday.
An illicit figment of moonbeams
and white chrysanthemums
leads us onward.
I Have Forged This Lilystick
“I have forged this lilystick
from the purest gold and
slighted the gesture of forty
days spent feeling the flower
for its coolness yet knowing
the secret would always remain.
What a waste of time. Still
my heart will tremble when Her
name is mentioned. Time, of
whose time? All a senseless,
useless gesture beating lilacs
to the ground.
Poem from a Crucifixion Painting
To still the echo of birds
in bleak reveries,
racing like cripples
to the waters edge,
sitting on a keg
of blue dragons,
leaves of heart
make a black shadow
on the wall.
And the great flag falls
in the open sea,
while stars make love
to a canopy.
Per Contra: The International Journal of the Arts, Literature and Ideas
Thomas Chimes - Three Poems