On Chimes
Leaves
scuttle,
scrape,
drift
here.
Chimes
tinny
whine.
If
there are ghosts
caught
midplane,
they
collect
bits of us.
Webs
& hair.
Installation
pieces.
Well-
come
haunt
turns
seasons,
leaves,
&
my dog-eared
books.
Bloch Prayer Response
blue / moon time
thunder rumbles distantly
the tides call
all
to their knees
all might
gone
all weapons
aside...
all feeble
and tremble
inside
your call
your attentive
love-ing
make all seem
a bedrock
I answered
with quartz
and more bedded rock--
Apache tears
& crazy lace
and prayed
that the seeming/seaming
might "be".
JL Jacobs is an Oklahoma poet, the author of a handful of books including The Leaves in Her Shoes
and Streets as Elsewhere.
thunder rumbles distantly
the tides call
all
to their knees
all might
gone
all weapons
aside...
all feeble
and tremble
inside
your call
your attentive
love-ing
make all seem
a bedrock
I answered
with quartz
and more bedded rock--
Apache tears
& crazy lace
and prayed
that the seeming/seaming
might "be".
JL Jacobs is an Oklahoma poet, the author of a handful of books including The Leaves in Her Shoes
and Streets as Elsewhere.
Very lovely The second poem's religious response is palpable. Overall, your style resembles Imagism, albeit in an extended form.
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