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Poetry Friday: Goodbye to Author Amok - *This week's host is Catherineat Reading to the Core.* Happy Poetry Friday, friends. After nearly eight years here at Author Amok, I am moving! As of Fe...
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To shelve, or not to shelve, that is the question - by Lou Borgenicht Rearranging or giving away books is an emotional experience. In the interest of simplifying my life I decided it was time to peruse my pe...9 years ago
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- Til
- Til is a writer, teacher, and designer living in Virginia. He was recently the Resident Set Designer for Wayside Theatre in Middletown, VA for five seasons. He also teaches English at Northern Virginia Community College. You may also visit him and read his poetry at tilturner.wordpress.com
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ReplyDeleteSkylights poured their light
Upon the oaken floor
Ormulu faces
Gazed from wooden panels
Plum pudding walnut
Glowed in diffused corners
Cherubs on the shelves
Cheered the passing strangers
Items once adored
Faced us growing older
Stripped of possessors
Now robbed of loving homes
Gold gilded mirrors
Reflections all but gone
Crackled varnished desks
Perhaps where lovers wrote
You and I kept time
With clocks no longer used
Antiquated hopes
That what was not might be
Turning little tags
Of prices out of reach
Browsing on our own
Inquiring from within
The trip into town
Was when it all began
Saw the loving pair
With children at their side
Your dry weakened laugh
At jokes that once amused
Stifling mournful moans
Preparing for your day
Of all that was lost
That once was so divine
What brought so much joy
Like cherubs on a shelf
Will meet us one day
Like buyers for a desk
Where lovers once wrote
Of fictions that come true
© 2009 Til Turner
My Oubliette
ReplyDeleteIt was a cold damp
day
in the lowlands of
Scotland
A rare visit
to a castle
long bereft of use
and keep
Dew pearls wept
upon my feet
Umber trees
lined the path
Past the chapel
where the lepers
prayed
to the castle
Long bereft of use
and keep
the castle crumbled
as I gazed
My breath a glaze
that pearled the
scene
What suffering I felt
To be with you at
that moment would
have been joy
What suffering I felt
Walking onward
cold and damp
severed from peace
at every step
Through the door
hinged by smiths
to the darkened
hall
severed from peace
at every step
I came upon the
oubliette
The constriction
in my chest
the sweat upon
my brow
I came upon the
oubliette
and gazed with
mouth agape
A heap of
bones
of no one
in particular
I gazed with
mouth agape
That wretched soul
mirrored my fate
I desperately
wanted you
at my side
But that wretched soul
mirrored my fate.
We would have
laughed and made
cruel jokes
The long hollow
shaft
drew forth my
deepest fears
I wanted to laugh or make
cruel jokes
Failures instead
crept from the shadows
Why had I left you?
To be on the
country road
the dust in our hair
Failures instead
crept from the shadows
To be singing our songs
into the night
Pity’s fool
I lost you
To be singing our songs
into the night
That would be heaven now
But I am frozen
above the
oubliette
© 2009
Upon Viewing a Brassai Photograph
ReplyDeleteBlack and white
Feathered shadows
Haunting rivulets
Of smoke
Swirling round
Two lovers
Kissing
In a café
In Monmartre
Fingers soiled
From day at work
Pinching cigarettes
Just rolled
Slickened hair
Masking filth
Makeup smudging
Longing eyes
His and hers
Dim night’s triumph
Two coffees and scotch
No ice
Walking then
To a room
Vacant
Dirty linens
On the bed
Many hopes
Disillusioned
Make the night concrete
For two
Still hoping
To belong
In arms
Of eternal
Bliss!
©2009 Til Turner