The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by John McKernan
I Want The poem Lying motionless In the cage Coated with rust On the porch The cage Where the parrot died After eating a page Of Schopenhauer The cage I walked under As a child Listening to sounds Heard nowhere else on earth The bird couldn't fly anywhere But the word Guatemala circled in the air While snow covered Omaha And the child's mind Learned to voyage to other countries The Apple Tree Brags Of its noon shadow Sharp like a knife Of its twilight shadow Stretching to the horizon See Some of us are big Of its midnight shadows Flowing In three directions Moonlight Starlight Nowhere I like to go out at dawn Sit in the shade of an oak tree Eat an apple or two Drink some cold cider Carve my initials in the bark Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |