[stylist] Poem -
William L Houts
lukaeon at gmail.com
Tue Nov 4 07:28:57 UTC 2014
HI Bards and Poets,
Been away for some time, I guess. Finally surfacing after solving some
unusual access problems. Anyway, hope all here are well and productive,
assuming you want to be.
As for me, the past few months have been extremely productive. Below is
one of my favorites. It's gone through some revision since I wrote it
this summer, and I think this is the vest version so far. Also, my work
over the summer has, by design, been aimed at being somewhat less
"literary" in my approach. Comments welcome, as always.
--Bill
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*Alien*
In the dream, I stood at an
uncountable remove, in some canyon
of red and earthlike rock.
Before me, at twelve unblurred feet
were a couple.They were
not remotely human, and yet
I sensed their minds or something deeper.
they'd neither hands nor heads, and the female
in her had a kind of hollow
into which her mate would go, a pen or roost.
They were boxlike, somehow, with short fur.
And here's the great reveal:
they knew I was there, and didn't mind.
They were peaceful and decent in the most ordinary way:
not saints, yetsacred, earnest folk,
bearing gravity's grip without complaint.
I might go or remain, they seemed to say,
and all would be well. They were light years
away, I think, and suppose they were real enough,
convincing as thunder or suns.
How could you know such things, you say.Poetry's fine,
but we dwell on a rock among rocks
in the black unhomely cold.
Yet maybe the cosmos dreams us to each other
I venture, across the stellar gulfs
that we might abide for dreaming seconds
in the presence of friends both strange
and utterly dear; neighbors or kin like us:
adrift on rocklike rafts in a dark and motherlike sea.
WLH
8/14
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