The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Laura Manuelidis
September Sonnet
for the suddenness of this moon that descends and skims the horizon of my reflective room then begs me to observe its fate before the blast of sun forces it to drown in this creatured bay—or exit docilely on the rise of light. A few stars continue to rebel against losing their place. They blatantly declare another eternity to remain almost invisible now amidst the overwhelming bleach of time— just as the heritage of trampled America silently agitates our days: Vultures, chiseled stones, gunpowder contaminating the maize— All the flaxen, blackened, burnt sienna kernels of expression Surging with the vitality of this summer’s last smile Needing to sail against the northeast winds of negation that chill our colorful spirits enacting their unruly transpositions. (for Barbara McClintock) Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |