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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

River Poem



A luminous conversation

Without an alphabet


Pregnant with snowflakes

A billion years


Coded visions

The blind see


Icy serpentine curves

On highway oblivion


Cast broadly ironic condolences

For the quick, the quaking awakening

The living for the double-dared absolute


We must be still until our bodies accept

 The emotion of water.  Only then can our minds

 Grant water permission to speak.


Gates, dams, locks, spilling ways

Shadows to be ignored


Darkness of darkness

So logical it shines


Water enters before a man enters water,

Rides an ark of bones in a space which never heard of time.







Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

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